Week Two : 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 (The Peace of Wild Things )

I didn't sleep well as the horrific events in Paris last night triggered memories of my own experience on 9/11 and I was concerned for the safety of a dear friend.  I received word early in the morning that she was safe, but was awaiting word from her friends who live in that part of the city.  With the relief of knowing that she was unharmed, I made myself a cup of mint tea, lit a fire, and awaited the arrival of the Mighty Girls.

When they arrived, we sipped hot cocoa and talked about our week.  We were delighted to be joined today by long time Mighty Girl, M.

Our first project of the morning was hand stamped wooden spoons, for moms and grands.  The girls stamped messages onto the spoons, then inked them in before polishing the wood with natural beeswax.

It was a beautiful day and we needed to move our bodies, so we took a walk in the forest where we saw two deer.  We made our way across the fallen tree, then scrambled up some craggy boulders before looping back to the studio.

Refreshed from our hike, we began our second project of the morning - wish seed necklaces, tiny glass vials filled with dandelion seeds that I harvested over the summer.

We celebrated our hard work with S'mores!

Made so & rooted by love,
Wendy

Dedicated to my dear friend "Fanchon" and her people.  You are in our hearts and prayers.