When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For the time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
– The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry
Because I stopped to look and ignored the clock, chose to take the next bus instead, I found water diamonds on the grass, placed there for everyone to admire after the rain.
Because I stopped to look, I understood the message of the universe that moment: in spite of the confusion, the despair, and regardless of the fences encroaching upon me, the sun will always shine through.
Because I stopped to look, I greeted the youngest member of the buffalos, with a proud and protective mother nearby. They have just been let out to pasture again after such a long winter. I still can’t get over the fact that I have this herd of Asian water buffalos down the road from my building. They have been here for years, and the Spandauers are proud of them.
Because I stopped to look, I found.