The Peace of Wild Things
“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 a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
An item in today’s news reports that more Canadians are worried about what is going on south of the border than what is happening here in Canada, but we Canadians should not blithely assume that such an atrocity could never happen here.
My disquietude is born of the nasty changes I am witnessing in my country, my province and my small town. It’s as if the success enjoyed by Forty-five – despite/because of his overt bigotry – is empowering the closeted racists, misogynists and xenophobes to reassert their small-mindedness in a very public manner.
And. It. Scares. Me.
I am also frightened that the members of the CPC may choose Kellie Leitch as their next leader. This is a woman who chose to run her political ads on Breitbart News which is at best alt-right and at worst white supremacist. She wants immigrant screening based upon “Canadian Values” but who, exactly, does she consider to be Canadians and how did she collate her list of their values? Her popularity is growing and with it, my despair…
When despair for the world grows in me I go my place of peace where the still water and wild things always work their magic and today there were three amazing signs of – perhaps – an early spring:
First, as I drove into the park, I couldn’t help but notice that the pannes have thawed and that, despite the minimal snowfall this winter, contain lots of water to host the frogs. Surely my beloved frog song can not be far off now!
Second, the ice is off the lagoon – first day – and Tristan und Isolde are enjoying their home again.
And third, for the first day, the marsh is also clear of ice and being thoroughly enjoyed by Odette and her Siegfried this afternoon. Siegfried, the park’s consummate show-off, is noticeably absent from this shot; any time a camera or scope appears (I swear he can recognize them) he takes off, flying – clumsily, as swans are wont to do – hither and yon trying to impress the photographers. Odette, meanwhile, remains elegant and dignified throughout.
It was a glorious day to rest in the grace of the park today; I found my peace and am free.
I hope you, too, are able to find your Peace of The Wild Things!
‘Til next time, y’all…