Yesterday I walked with my friends Michael and Nancy on one of Nicole Grubman’s “loop walks” I’ve mentioned previously. The pace of walking these back country roads is perfect for my soul and the company is too. The route we walked, just south of Northfield, goes by a spot I’ve long admired with a long view to the east.

As we walked and talked and found good reasons to stop and soak things in, Michael pulled from his wallet this wonderful Wendell Berry poem and we  enjoyed his spontaneously reading it.

It seems Wendell is in the space of this Spring in Vermont for me. When I can’t “lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water,” I often find other moments of grace to salve the soul. Here are several from the past day I’ve seen and enjoyed.

And this lovely blog post this morning from my friend Katie of a moment of grace with her son and husband and the great, good world around them.

“For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” Thank you once again, Wendell, for reminding me what is everywhere available.

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