Hiding out and Hanging in there...
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.
It’s so true… for example, one needs only a glimpse below the ocean’s surface to be reminded there’s a whole other world going on down there. Hermit crabs are hiding in their shells, sticking close to home much like we are these days. And as for the trumpetfish, that cartoonish creature really does swim vertically, swaying gently with the soft corals it is trying to blend in with while patiently waiting for a fish to swim by. A lot like we’re hanging out and hanging in there.
Hope the art brings you a smile.