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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

Comments

I have been moving and haven't been reading blogs with any regularity, but oh my. I am so glad I took time to read this tonight. (And I obviously will have to go back and read the rest of them.)

Thank you.

A fine last TTW quote and the photos are great today. I love the last one, I clicked on it to make it larger and I love it. What a wonderful picture, so atmospheric, full of English rain and old stone and the cow's gaze so direct. It's interesting reading TTW's words paired with Dartmoor photos so different from her own red Utah desert and underscoring the fact that her words despite their rootedness in her own landscape are also universal. They apply to me too on the North Atlantic coastline, and to everyone.

Oh how I do love the pictures today, so atmospheric--like Chris mentioned above. TTW indeed says it so beautifully in that quote.

I look forward to the "On Your Desk" photos.

Oh, that truly is a slayer, I've written and erased many lines in response... nothing quite meets what I'm feeling about it. "Wild mercy is in our hands", goodness.

The quote reminds me of a song a friend, Ina Moffit, wrote. Ina and her partner just finished buidling a well for a village in Africa, after many years of planning and fundraising. The song is quite simple, really, but what I've always loved - and also love about the Tempest quote - is the acknowledgement of our descendants looking/praying back to us.

We are the ancestors of tomorrow,
as we live and breathe today.
We give thanks in every moment,
with what we think and say and do.
In honoring those who came before us,
we create the world anew.
Open your hearts, let love flow freely in all you think and say and do,
then all your children's children's children will have their chance
to pray to you.

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