Echo Lake Snowshoeing Weekend, Feb. 2013 |
The usual. Eva' day. |
Don't get me wrong, I'm totally academically stimulated (and slowly becoming some sort of zombie creature), but this time last year I was finishing up my MS and getting ready to head out on an epic summer road trip! In fact, my partner in crime from last summer, Meridith, is heading out again in just a few days. This summer, she's solo traveling around Europe for three months. Can I just say how insanely jealous I am and how all of you should read her blog because she is beautiful, brilliant, and hilarious! At the same time, my little sister (who just graduated with a BS in Biology!) is about to head off on a two month adventure to hike the Appalachian Trail. Jealous again. Jealous, jealous, jealous! So, after stewing in this little pot of extreme stress (looming grant deadline) and mild (or less than mild...) travel envy for a few days, I realized what the heck my problem was.
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