Touching the source
Flu and feasts

Wild Mercy

A Dartmoor dog under a rowan tree

A Dartmoor pony in a field by the Commons

Well, my "Terry Tempest Williams Week" has turned into something more like a "Terry Tempest Williams Month," so here's one final quote before I move on to other things -- like the "On Your Desk" photos I keep promising you.

This quote, too, comes from the essay collection Red, and it slays me each time I read it:

"The eyes of the future are looking back at us and they are praying for us to see beyond our own time. They are kneeling with hands clasped that we might act with restraint, that we might leave room for the life that is destined to come. To protect what is wild is to protect what is gentle. Perhaps the wilderness we fear is the pause between our own heartbeats, the silent space that says we live only by grace. Wilderness lives by this same grace. Wild mercy is in our hands."  

And indeed, it is.

Two Dartmoor lambs by an ivy hedge (photographed by my friend Helen Mason)

A Dartmoor cow on an old stone wall