When despair 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things
Hello, all! It's been awhile! My best friend Mary and I just arrived back from our last stop, NYC, on Friday, and I'm excited to share our three week journey across the pond and back with you. Since there is a lot to cover, these entries will be posted throughout this week and next week, so keep checking in to find the newest installment! Let's get started with our first stop along the journey: Boston, MA.
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