Photo Pause: New Growth (and Trust)

Another trek to my beloved Mud Lake had me seeking and capturing new growth with my camera.

I feel like I'm in the same space - a space of promise and expansion. The only difference is I suspect the seedling knows it will grow into a tree whereas I do not know where the next growth spurt will take me.

Or maybe the seedling doesn't know at all and simply trusts...

vibrant growth

soft growth

grounded growth

mama pine cone and her little ones,

nurtured growth

growth in flight

Weekend Poetry Date: Week 3

Weekend Poetry Dates are a weekly series of posts reporting on this newbie's exploration of poetry during National Poetry Month (April 2012). See all the posts here.

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Mud Lake, Ottawa, 2008

This weekend, in honour of Earth Day, I offer you a poem by Wendell Berry. His words make me swoon.

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.

~ Wendell Berry