Dried hydrangea & geranium stem, dried lichen, shells; 6″ x 8″ gray shadow box.

“This piece is about the way I feel when I find a place in nature that is like a sanctuary for me – a place where I can slow down, rest and just be. A place where I can let my body sink into the earth and let my thoughts float freely in the sky above me. A place where it’s okay to show up without an agenda and nothing needs to be fixed or changed, including me.  A place where I can be in wonder of the world around me, and the one within.”

It reminds me of one of my favorite poems…

The Peace of Wild Things, by Wendell Berry

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.