I was out filming goslings and ducklings in the peaceful ponds by our home here in Eugene, Oregon, when a line from William Stafford’s poem came into my mind, “Peace, you know.”

When I got home, I looked up the full text, and it goes like this:

Just Thinking

Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window.

No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held

for awhile. Some dove somewhere.

 

Been on probation most of my life. And

the rest of my life been condemned. So these moments

count for a lot–peace, you know.

 

Let the bucket of memory down into the well,

bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one

stirring, no plans. Just being there.

 

This is what the whole thing is about.

 

–William Stafford

I reached out to Kim Stafford, and he was kind enough to give me permission to make this recording to express the fullness of what I was feeling that day, what I feel every day now, here, deep in the fullness of spring.

Peace, you know.

 

 

Sandy Brown Jensen

I am a retired writing instructor and faculty tech specialist from Lane Community College in Eugene, Oregon. I still teach and am also a photographer, poet, blogger and digital storyteller (short videos).

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  • These words and your evocative imagery reminded me of early cool still mornings in 100 Mile House when only the barnyard caretakers were up making their rounds. During the spring and summer I was often awake very early and went for long refreshing walks just as the sun was rising and the birds were waking…a magical time in the vibrant stillness of the day beginning and holding so much promise, but for that time I was in my own world dancing in the meadows and woods, listening to the heartbeat of the earth.

Sandy Brown Jensen

I am a retired writing instructor and faculty tech specialist from Lane Community College in Eugene, Oregon. I still teach and am also a photographer, poet, blogger and digital storyteller (short videos).