THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS
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 the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Do you remember a grandmother or grandfather tree from your childhood? Was there a particular tree that stands out in your memory--in whose arms you felt safe and sheltered?
If you can't recall a grandparent tree from your youth...search out a tree in a local park or neighborhood that holds elder energy. Or look for an image of an elder tree in a magazine.
Write a character sketch of your chosen tree in all her many details: texture, smell, distinguishing marks, height, shape, and demeanor. Describe the tree with rich attention to how she appears to you and the way that you felt (or feel) in her presence.
What is it that draws you to this particular tree? What energy emanates from her?...
Answer [write an answer to] this question: In what ways does this tree teach me about how I want to grow into my elderhood? Mary Reynolds Thompson, "Reclaiming the Wild Soul"