Day One Hundred Eleven

Copyright 2010.  An egret or 'Great White Heron', resting in the grass in Duck, NC.

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*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 of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought or 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 --