I walked to fast flowing water in the woods. It's energy and exuberance were inspiring, but too much for me in my mentally drained state.
I turned to the slow water channel for some relief, and approached it with the spirit of Wendell Berry. I sat and absorbed the quiet nothingness, thinking of his words.
"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."
I return home feeling refreshed and revitalized, ready to forge ahead and meet the challenges of the day.
The still waters do it again, and I am grateful. For the moment, I feel free.