i left kansas during a 16 degree freeze-a-thon and arrived back in LA around 1 am last night to 61 degrees.
i didn't take a camera, but carol captured some good moments of us together. while mama moss dozed, the moss sisters got in some sketchbook time. excellent food, arty pleasures, and good company combined with new developments that bring about intense worry. thankfully the mosses have a weapon against anxiety. it's called humor. good wine doesn't hurt either. as my friend suzanne says, aging is not for the faint of heart.
my sister dottie sent me this poem some months ago. i read it from time to time and it is calming and may explain my recent compulsion to draw from nature.
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 me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
BY WENDELL BERRY