09/02/2026
In the big world of agriculture, I often struggle to feel like I “fit in.” But through Wendell’s work, I’ve found that I do have a seat at this table and a deeper understanding of the kind of farmer I want to be.
My deepest condolences to everyone at
The Berry Center. His words will continue to matter for generations. 🤍
The Peace of Wild Things
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.
