Mr Brooks, thank you so much. My daughter, Clare, just started 7th grade. In this short time, I can feel how much positive energy abides in this school. I don't have much to offer, other than my thanks and this poem by Wendell Berry. He, like you, and the school, loves the outdoors and understands its healing properties.
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.