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This weekend, I had the pleasure to attend (and present at) the John R. Milton Writer’s Conference at the University of South Dakota in Vermillion. The reading went well, and I really enjoyed USD’s beautiful campus!
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When despair 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things
This weekend, I had the pleasure to attend (and present at) the John R. Milton Writer’s Conference at the University of South Dakota in Vermillion. The reading went well, and I really enjoyed USD’s beautiful campus!
Read More