Today I started packing for my trip. Not a fun experience. Pretty much everything I own is in a box or basket or in some other form of storage. As of right now there are four very large piles in my parents upstairs: stuff for the Philippines, stuff for Boundary Waters, stuff for college, and things that need to be sorted through. I wish someone else could do all the packing for me. On top of the piles i have lists of things that I need to remember. A list for what I have packed, a list for what I need to pack, a list for what I have packed for the Philippines but I also need for Boundary Waters, a list of things I need to buy, a list of things my parents need to do for me once I return. I really hope I am not forgetting anything.
I will end this post with a poem that my dear friend Kadie shared with my latest Boundary Waters group before she left for Romania. I know it does not have much to do with the Philippines but I like it.
Wendel Berry's "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
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