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.
think we are drawn to dogs because they are the uninhibited creatures
we might be if we weren't certain we knew better. They fight for honor
at the first challenge, make love with no moral restraint, and they do
not for all their marvelous instincts appear to know about death. Being
such wonderfully uncomplicated beings, they need us to do their
worrying. ~George Bird Evans~