If credit cards and wish lists have you worried, I encourage you to step away from the stores and savor the true spirit of this beautiful season. Perhaps a dear friend chose the best trigger, this classic poem by Wendell Berry, who reminds us all that life is short. Life is good. Life is now.
Count your blessings!
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