I’m in the thick of warping for my South Down’s tweed. It’s concentrated work with over 1600 threads to go on. I’m enjoying the systems and concentration required. I have not had time to walk my next section of the South Downs Way yet, so reading Wendell Berry’s poem this morning with my coffee was a lovely reminder.
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.
Wendell Berry
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