All in a Day's Work

 

The Peace of the Wild Things

The Peace of the Wild Things by Wendell Berry

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.

All because of the dress..

Dialogue with a student.

Miss Caitlyn: Carla, what a lovely dress you're wearing today!

Carla: I hate it. My mom MADE me wear it. And I'm probably getting a D or a C in math.

Miss Caitlyn: Uhh.. what?

Carla: I hate this dress so much that I can't concentrate in math and I'm probably failing!

The Story of Stuff

I saw this about a year ago, but I needed a refresher..