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  • Writer's pictureHilda Van Netten

Frances - Beginning

This afternoon, I spent some time trying to get a likeness of my dear Frances. Not an easy task. I am close, but I will wait and look at the sketch with new eyes in the morning. That often is a good idea.

As I was drawing her, I thought about her and what her life might be like in the years to come. Even was thinking about her when I noticed an amazing light calling me to take pictures in the back yard.

When despair 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 for their light.

For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry stars waiting for their light.

.......I rest in the grace of the world......

Love that girl.

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