Today it’s raining where I am, and the sound is a soft reminder to feel peaceful. Nature is our greatest ally in times of trouble. Sunshine, starlight, wild grass, wild birds, insects, weather, trees, rocks, waves, and beauty … drink up what is yours for the asking. Here’s Wendell Berry’s poem that describes best what I mean:
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