By Dr Beck
I am always blown away by this poem. And this is one of the best recitations. Here he is, the poor Lowlands farmer that he was, plowing a fallow field over near Winter’s dawn. He plows over a field mouse’s nest. No cause for alarm…or is it? He stops. And in that moment he transcends the field; his task; even Winter’s coming. He sees the scurrying mouse, not indifferently or as a foe. He sees it as a common creature; a fellow dweller on Earth. Part of the unity, and now disunity with Nature that humankind has tossed asunder. And more. If we can only learn from these moments as much as is possible.