Writer Anne Lamott cheered me up considerably when, during her talk here last night, she asserted that librarians and teachers will have the best seats in Heaven, "right next to the dessert table."
Autumn comes to the Rockies: A Preview
Color season is a week or two behind schedule this year, or so the locals say. But if the occasional impatient leaf is any indication, it's going to be glorious.
Without my computer . . .
I feel like I'm missing a limb. The PC caught a virus and has been at Microtek for a week; they tell me it will be a few more days until I can get it back, healthy and with more memory.
I've become one of those people who pour into the public library when it opens so I can snag a computer. In the evenings, Jim lets me borrow his laptop, which is kind, but makes me feel like a poor relation. Meanwhile, my camera is full of photos waiting to be downloaded.
The Peace of Wild Things
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
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.
— Wendell Berry
A lot of bad things have been happening lately to people I know. Death. Illness, physical and mental. Senseless violence. Unemployment. Political intolerance. Some days, it feels hard to breathe with the weight of all this sadness, and the concept of grace seems a myth.
That's why our trip to the Colorado Wolf and Wildlife Center on Sunday was such a blessing. For a few moments, we lived wholly in the present, conscious of nothing but the "wild things" beside us.
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