A visual poem inspired by trees and living with uncertainty, Krista Tippett reads Wendell Berry's poetic antidote to despair, 100-year-old dreamscapes

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If you already donate: THANK YOU. [Proximity: A Meditative Visual Poem for Those Reaching for Something They Can’t Quite Grasp, Inspired by Trees]( [davidwhyte_consolations.jpg?fit=320%2C506]( When I am sad, I like to imagine myself becoming a tree. Branches that bend without breaking, [fractal]( with possibility, reaching resolutely toward the light. Roots touching the web of belonging beneath the surface of the world, that [majestic mycelial network]( succoring and nurturing and connecting tree to tree — connection so effortless, so imperturbable, so free from the fragility of human relationships. After writing about wintering trees as [supreme teachers in resilience]( I received a lovely note from a reader in England — theater artist, movement director, and Hatha Yoga teacher [Andrew Dawson]( a former student of [Merce Cunningham](. He shared a kindred-spirited film he had made, in his words, “for those who are reaching for something more but can’t quite grasp it, for those on their journey, not yet at their destination.” It salved me profoundly, this meditative visual poem — part David Byrne, part Bill T. Jones, and part Buddha — radiating Hermann Hesse’s century-old wisdom that [“whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree [but] wants to be nothing except what he is.”]( Commissioned by the [London International Mime Festival]( filmed by Dawson’s son, Roman Sheppard Dawson, and featuring music by composer [Jonny Pilcher]( the film was inspired by a line from a short lyrical essay titled “Close” from poet and philosopher David Whyte’s superb collection [Consolations: The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words]( ([public library]( — a book of lyrical reanimations of language that touched me deeply when I [first read it]( several years ago (and for the recent English edition of which I had the honor and joy of composing the introduction). [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]We live by unconsciously measuring the inverse distances of our proximity. [9bd24bf9-d846-4cae-afc9-03139e4d58ec.png]( Here is Whyte’s original mycelium of inspiration for Dawson’s Proximity: [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]CLOSE is what we almost always are: close to happiness, close to another, close to leaving, close to tears, close to God, close to losing faith, close to being done, close to saying something, or close to success, and even, with the greatest sense of satisfaction, close to giving the whole thing up. Our human essence lies not in arrival, but in being almost there, we are creatures who are on the way, our journey a series of impending anticipated arrivals. We live by unconsciously measuring the inverse distances of our proximity: an intimacy calibrated by the vulnerability we feel in giving up our sense of separation. To go beyond our normal identities and become closer than close is to lose our sense of self in temporary joy, a form of arrival that only opens us to deeper forms of intimacy that blur our fixed, controlling, surface identity. To consciously become close is a courageous form of unilateral disarmament, a chancing of our arm and our love, a willingness to hazard our affections and an unconscious declaration that we might be equal to the inevitable loss that the vulnerability of being close will bring. Human beings do not find their essence through fulfillment or eventual arrival but by staying close to the way they like to travel, to the way they hold the conversation between the ground on which they stand and the horizon to which they go. What makes the rainbow beautiful, is not the pot of gold at its end, but the arc of its journey between here and there, between now and then, between where we are now and where we want to go, illustrated above our unconscious heads in primary colour. We are in effect, always, close; always close to the ultimate secret: that we are more real in our simple wish to find a way than any destination we could reach: the step between not understanding that and understanding that, is as close as we get to happiness. Complement Dawson’s poetic short film with Dylan Thomas’s [cinematic poem about how trees illuminate the wonder of our humanity]( and Robert Macfarlane’s reflection on [how trees embody the secret to healthy relationships]( then revisit Whyte’s lyrical rerooting of the meanings of [courage]( [vulnerability]( [forgiveness]( and [love](. [Forward to a friend]( Online]( [Like on Facebook]( donating=loving For 15 years, I have been spending hundreds of hours and thousands of dollars each month to keep Brain Pickings going. It has remained free and ad-free and alive thanks to patronage from readers. I have no staff, no interns, no assistant — a thoroughly one-woman labor of love that is also my life and my livelihood. 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You can beam some bit-love my way: 197usDS6AsL9wDKxtGM6xaWjmR5ejgqem7 [Dorothy Lathrop’s Dreamscapes: Haunting Century-Old Illustrations of Fairy-Poems by the Woman Who Became the First to Win the Caldecott Medal]( [downadownderry_dorothylathrop.jpg?fit=320%2C480]( In the final stretch of World War I, having earned a degree from the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts in an era when under 4% of women graduated college, Dorothy Pulis Lathrop (April 16, 1891–December 30, 1980) was commissioned to illustrate a book of experimental imagist poems by a young American poet who would win the Pulitzer Prize two decades later. She never received her commission — the publisher went bankrupt. But her art captured the attentive imagination of the prolific English poet and novelist Walter de la Mare, who asked her to illustrate a fairy tale he had written a decade earlier. So began a lifelong friendship and Lathrop’s own prolific career. In her nine decades of life, she illustrated nearly forty books for children and wrote several, most of them celebrating her love of animals and the subtle beauties of the natural world. She become the first person to win the Caldecott Medal — the Nobel Prize of illustration. In 1922, Lathrop illustrated De la Mare’s [Down-Adown-Derry]( ([public library]( | [public domain]( — a collection of fairy poems for children, to which she brought her uncommon imagination and her delicate, scrumptiously detailed pen. [downadownderry_dorothylathrop17.jpg?resize=680%2C801] Available [as a print](. [downadownderry_dorothylathrop6.jpg?resize=680%2C979] Available [as a print](. [downadownderry_dorothylathrop2.jpg?resize=680%2C698] Available [as a print](. [downadownderry_dorothylathrop16.jpg?resize=680%2C990] Available [as a print](. While the artwork radiates the aesthetic of the Golden Age of Illustration that Arthur Rackham had ushered in fifteen years earlier with his [revolutionary edition of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland]( it also radiates Lathrop’s singular sensibility — lines as consummate as Rackham’s, but with a greater and more dreamlike elegance of movement; stunning dramas in black and white, evocative of [Aubrey Beardsley]( but unfolding with greater subtlety and tenderness. [downadownderry_dorothylathrop_dream.jpg?resize=680%2C813] Available [as a print](. [downadownderry_dorothylathrop5.jpg?resize=680%2C717] Available [as a print](. [downadownderry_dorothylathrop7.jpg?resize=680%2C634] Available [as a print](. [downadownderry_dorothylathrop15.jpg?resize=680%2C1030] Available [as a print](. [downadownderry_dorothylathrop11.jpg?resize=680%2C1041] Available [as a print](. [downadownderry_dorothylathrop_bewitched.jpg?resize=680%2C935] Available [as a print](. 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Complement with Arthur Rackham’s stunning [illustrations for The Tempest]( and a starker dreamscape in Harry Clarke’s [illustrations for Poe’s Tales of Mystery and Imagination]( from the same era, then revisit another take on enchantment in the Nobel-winning Polish poet Wisława Szymborska’s superb short meditation on [fairy tales and the importance of being scared](. [Forward to a friend]( Online]( [Like on Facebook]( [The Peace of Wild Things: Wendell Berry’s Poetic Antidote to Despair, Animated]( [wendellberry_thepeaceofwildthings.jpg?fit=320%2C491]( Two hundred years ago, in a prophetic book envisioning a twenty-first-century world savaged by a deadly pandemic, Mary Shelley considered [what makes life worth living]( insisting that in the midst of widespread death and despair, we must seek peace in the “murmur of streams, and the gracious waving of trees, the beauteous vesture of earth, and sublime pageantry of the skies.” A century later, Willa Cather — another immensely talented, immensely underappreciated novelist and poet laureate of the human spirit — contemplated [the deepest wellspring of happiness]( and located it in those moments when, immersed in nature, we find ourselves “dissolved into something complete and great” — a line now emblazoned on Cather’s tombstone by her partner. In another half-century, Wendell Berry (b. August 5, 1934) — one of the great poets and wisest elders of our time — arrived at this elemental truth, a truth we so easily lose sight of in those times of despair when we most need it, articulating it with his uncommon tenderness and clarity of vision in the title poem of his 1968 collection [The Peace of Wild Things]( ([public library]( composed under a thick cultural cloudscape of despair — at the peak of the Cold War and the Vietnam War, after the successive assassinations of John F. Kennedy and Dr. King, in the wake of Silent Spring and its [disquieting wakeup call]( for our broken relationship with nature. [thebluehour_simler5.jpg] Art from [The Blue Hour]( by Isabelle Simler Berry — a rare seer into those subterranean landscapes of being where nature meets human nature and a rare voice of our collective ecological conscience — reads the poem in this breathtaking short film, produced by [On Being]( and illustrated by English artist [Charlotte Ager](. [74f987e0-53f8-4bf7-be4b-675d5422587c.png]( [2e292385-dc1c-4cfe-b95e-845f6f98c2ec.png]THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS by Wendell Berry 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. At the last [Universe in Verse]( — my charitable celebration of science and the natural world through poetry — On Being creator and host Krista Tippett read Berry’s poem with a lovely prefatory meditation on how poetry gives us the language to remember our creaturely nature, which in turn reroots us in the larger web of belonging as “creatures among creatures”: [035238e0-8a54-4e2d-bae5-4faa224dc242.png]( Complement with Wendell Berry on [delight as a force of resistance]( [how to be a poet and a complete human being]( his conscience-clarifying poem [“Questionnaire,”]( and Krista’s soul-salving [OnBeing conversation]( with him, then revisit two kindred-spirited animated poems: Marie Howe’s [“Singularity”]( and Linda France’s [“Murmuration.”]( [Forward to a friend]( Online]( [Like on Facebook]( donating=loving For 15 years, I have been spending hundreds of hours and thousands of dollars each month to keep Brain Pickings going. 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