“When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.”
The wild things are my optimism. And three weeks into a year that is seriously challenging my hope reflex, I have found myself surrounded by herons. It’s the sort of contrary grace the universe sometimes offers just when it also seems to be crapping all over you.
I understood this only today, when I saw that the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge is “Optimistic.” As I looked at the images that best represented the maintenance of that kind of faith, the world was kind enough to extend me a heron.
I appreciate that.