09/03/2026
Wendell Berry’s “The Peace of Wild Things” is a beautiful reflection on finding a moment of refuge when fear, uncertainty, and grief become overwhelming.
Sometimes grief asks us to live with questions that have no answers. In those moments, nature can offer something simple and steady: presence. Still water does not ask us to hurry. The trees do not ask us to explain our sorrow. The sky simply holds us.
Perhaps peace in grief isn't the absence of pain. Perhaps it is the brief experience of being held by something larger than our pain.
Where—or with whom—do you find a place to rest from the weight of your grief, even for a little while?