Sunday, March 28, 2021

peace of the wild things

I painted this watercolor from life while on a little vacation in Florida away for a brief moment from the frigid winds of March in Chicago.

 "...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