Jars of Peace Dreams

This is what we need isn’t it. For each of us to have a jar filled with Peace dreams that are invisible to the rest of the world, but oh so clear to us. We can share our dreams with others, but they can only see part of them… We can work to make them come true which gives others the chance to work with us on those dreams…

The deepest sweetness will always be for us to uncover.

Let us dream of Peace and protect them carefully in our Jars of Dreams. And bit by bit, step by careful step, let us make them come true.

Puddle Dancing for Peace

Here on the East Coast today, we are perhaps needing to roll a snow man or sled down a hill rather than to dance in a puddle… but the message is the same. This is the beauty we have. Dance in it. Enjoy it.

It’s not an inconvenience. It’s what is.

We prepare for what’s ahead, if we can… and deal with what arrives. Wishing it were different takes an awful lot of time — wastes an awful lot of time. And when it comes to weather, we can’t really make it much different — well, we can stop doing things, and demand that corporations stop doing things that contribute to climate change.

But when the weather is here, might as well dance. Rain or shine, we might as well dance for Peace. Every day.

Great Leaping Peace!

It’s funny when it’s chilly outside to think of cheery dolphins leaping, but of course they don’t care what the weather is.

And their joyous leaping is something to remember in our own lives. They do it for a lot of reasons, they look for predators, they get more air, they find direction… but they also leap in play — for the sheer joy of it. What if we allowed ourselves to be that joyful?

And what if after our leap we fell back into the waters of Peace and could luxuriate there?

It’s Leap Year. Perhaps we ought to spend it leaping into Peace… Perhaps during Leap Day, we might court Peace, invite it to be our Beloved…

Think about it, why don’t you? and what the heck, leap, if only a tiny little bit for Peace, into Peace. Peace every day. Everyday Peace. It matters.

RSVP No to Anorexia

Dear Bartender and Priestess,

Right now, I am in a heated battle with my weight. It’s crept up, a little over a pound a year. When I got married thirteen years ago, I was twenty pounds lighter. Twenty pounds! My husband recently mentioned he was concerned about the weight I’d put on. Like there’s a woman alive who doesn’t realize she’s gained weight. Continue reading →

Peaceful Winter Food

When I was taking acupressure courses, one of them was on foods. Our teacher was very clear that we were to eat foods that were grown within a 50 mile radius and appropriate to the season.

If it’s winter, it must be root vegetables. And if you’re lucky, tasty bitter greens grown in a cold frame

To eat from our region is to honor the Mother Earth. It is to honor our bodies. It is to honor Peace.

It is to take from what is available to us which means to leave what must be available to others. So many times what the West needs is grown where those from the Southlands might have.

Let us eat in Peace.

Inviting Sabbath Peace

Some mornings dawn breaks gently. Other days it flashes into our lives. I love that this picture issues a quiet invitation. I love that dawn came softly today as well.

I was up late reading last night. Silly me. on the night before Sunday morning. Go to bed Ann… but the book was so good. And I’d been at a great party before and I needed to calm down… nothing like reading!

But I slept well and deeply and this morning i came slowly awake right before the alarm. ah…

And today is going to be a lovely day. I don’t preach; one of my young wildfire students does. And this afternoon, I have one email to answer and that’s about it for work! The house is clean, the laundry done, and I still have two books I’m poking around in: one mind stretching and one just for fun.

Gentle Sabbath Peace. I wish you the same. Everyday Peace. Every day, Peace.

Our Own Beautiful Peace

There is inside us such beauty. So often we are afraid to share that beauty with the world.

But sometimes we can’t hold back.

So it is with dusk… It’s a daily thing, this setting of the sun and its rising. But some days the sun cannot hold back. In fact, i think the sun would preen every day if the clouds would let it. It’s proud of the beauty it can offer.

Would that we always were.

But on this grey and misty day, maybe we can consider indulging our own Beauty.

That way lies Peace.

Peaceful Snuggling

Snuggling is a great thing. Whether you snuggle in with someone you love or down with a good book in your favorite nest of blankets, it’s a lovely lovely thing.

This pup of Dagny’s is a “resettled” pup, if she’s the pup I think she is. And she was leery when she first came to live with Dag… but then she got it. This was her forever home.

That’s where I started the musing. But it’s not where I ended up. I ended with the realization that this is what the Syrian refugees are seeking. You grow up somewhere, thinking it’s home. And then it is not. And then there is no safe place to lay your head. Or to put your children down to sleep. They are in exile from that safety.

Thank all that is holy, I have never had to worry about this. I have always had the luxury of snuggling in.

Does it matter to me that there are those who don’t have that luxury? Does it matter enough to try to make a difference? We’ll see… It’s another way to discover how committed I am, really, to Peace. Do I care enough to do what I can?

The Peace of a Book

I have been alone in my life, but I have never been lonely. Books. The most amazing companions.They introduce me to new ideas and new places. They teach me ways to cope when I’m unsure. They hold my old friends and a whole bunch of new ones.

So this picture by Heather Adams… of a book, a chair and a shawl… Comfort, security, a goad, and Peace.

Books offer me Peace and challenge me to make it. I’m grateful for many things. One of them is Books.

Empty, but Perhaps Not of Peace

Empty fields. Broken hearts. They have a lot in common.

There is that vast expanse of nothing. And buried deeply life flickers.

But some days, some months, you just have to sit with the vast expanse of nothing but what once was. You have to trust that Peace is there, and yet know that at the moment, you’re not responsible for finding it. Your job is to hang on in the grief.

Ours is to be the Peace that is needed. Blessed be.

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