Leaving the Wild Wood

They found themselves standing on the very edge of the Wild Wood. Rocks and brambles and tree-roots behind them, confusedly heaped and tangled; in front, a great space of quiet fields, hemmed by lines of hedges black on the snow, and, far ahead, a glint of the familiar old river, while the wintry sun hung red and low on the horizon. The Otter, as knowing all the paths, took charge of the party, and they trailed out on a bee-line for a distant stile. Pausing there a moment and looking back, they saw the whole mass of the Wild Wood, dense, menacing, compact, grimly set in vast white surroundings; simultaneously they turned and made swiftly for home, for firelight and the familiar things it played on, for the voice, sounding cheerily outside their window, of the river that they knew and trusted in all its moods, that never made them afraid with any amazement.

As he hurried along, eagerly anticipating the moment when he would be at home again among the things he knew and liked, the Mole saw clearly that he was an animal of tilled field and hedge- row, linked to the ploughed furrow, the frequented pasture, the lane of evening lingerings, the cultivated garden-plot. For others the asperities, the stubborn endurance, or the clash of actual conflict, that went with Nature in the rough; he must be wise, must keep to the pleasant places in which his lines were laid and which held adventure enough, in their way, to last for a lifetime.

—from The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame

As I read that I thought how I should gain wisdom like Mole…to appreciate the adventure that comes with where my lines are laid.

4 Responses to “Leaving the Wild Wood”

  1. Dorci Harris

    So amazing to me how someone can string together a paragraph of carefully chosen words in such a way as to make them sound so wonderfully poetic, and even like the wind itself.


  2. lmngirls

    Did you ever see As Good as it Gets, when Jack Nicholson tries to compliment Helen Hunt’s character and says, you make me want to be a better man?Well you make me want to be a better blogger:)


  3. GrandmaK

    Yes, appreciate the adventure. My friend, Ann, would say each day is a “great adventure.” And so it has become for me. Thank you! Cathy


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