“…I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief… For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
—Wendell Berry
Where do you go to “come into the peace of wild things”?
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Searching for grace is losing it, I think, or not gaining it purposefully. The sudden coming of grace to a person is often surprising. As a feeling of release, understanding the moments when a person feels a complete part of all living things in the world opens up a vast picture. It gives one a sense of awe of immensity but at the same time lets a person feel his/her own individuality.