09/04/2026
This week, the world lost Wendell Berry, a writer, agriculture champion, and fellow tree lover.
His poem The Peace of Wild Things is one I return to again and again, and often share when I am guiding outdoor experiences. In fact, I created a walking meditation with this work. (I'll put the SoundCloud link in the comments--enjoy it and Wendell's words--may they be a balm when as he says, "despair for the world grows."
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.
-Wendell Berrry
Bonus: Wendell's novels are also full of rich descriptions of the land. As a young mom, I joined a book club at our local independent book store in Raleigh, which met when my son was at preschool. The book group was called The Encore, and was meant for folks who were retired, or during the "encore" phase of life. I didn't realize this when I signed up, but they were kind enough to let me stay for many more months. They picked the best books, one of which was Berry's Hannah Coulter. Maybe I'll reread it as a way to honor his memory.