Resting with the Wild Things

From the Swietlistej Drogi Tarot, the Empress; from the Mirrors of the Heart, Nourishment:

          In the middle of a pandemic, where does one go to find nurturing and nourishment, especially when humanity's empathy meter has shorted out? The words of Wendell Berry offer some direction:

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.

"The Peace of Wild Things"