Remembering just how important Kindness is. Peacing it up in the waning Thunder Moon.
Kindness, Justice, Compassion, Peace
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Practicing Radical Hospitality
practicing radical hospitality and sometimes figuring out how to get it right! Welcome! Let’s Peace as the Thunder Moon wanes.
On the Road to Peace
Today, my Beloved and I embark on vacation. It’s been so long. It’ll be so sweet. Off to visit cousins at a cabin along the coast in Maine. Sweet Cousins. Sweet Bay. Sweet Silence. Sweethearts. Lovely.
My posts, without a lot of chatter will show up on this site every morning at 8 am. So if you’re not signed up for the dailies, you can see them there. In a less than brilliant move, i posted all the dailies together… but there you go. vacation mind.
I’ll miss you. but I’ll be in heaven. And I won’t be emailing or fb or reading posts on these until i finish. Apparently heaven has no wifi. good oh.
Hope you’ve got great plans for your summer… Sweet Peace as the Thunder Moon wanes. (true to its name it will rumble all the way along the drive!)
House-holding Peace.
I confess (which is hardly a confession if you know me!) that I am not a great homemaker. While I love a lovely home, and have one, I am too easily distracted to constantly be working at upkeep. So it comes in binges from me. (and should probably come from a cleaning person on a regular basis… maybe i SHOULD start playing lotto!)
But when summer break hits, I seem to snap into motion. Calm and beauty must be restored at home! So I can leave and come back to a place of beauty and be encouraged to put away all the travel stuff really quickly so that it can be beautiful again!
The Peace of your Home supports you as you work for the Peace of your World. Everyone needs a little corner of sanity!
Summertime Peace
What is it about vacation? I had so much I needed to get accomplished today. And an equal amount tomorrow. But oh! It felt so sweet not to have deadlines from someone else. They were all my own and I churned through them!
And I kept picking away at the things that were next! Still more to do, but a lot done. So… I’ll take it.
It’s so important to have time off and to slow down and be present to that time. I’m going to be making some memories!
I’m dashing around now, because starting Thursday, I’ll be off line for a week. Look for my posts here, but don’t expect me to announce them on FB… yesssssssss.
Sweet Peace in the Summertime! I hope you also have some time to disconnect and simply be.
A Gift of Life and Peace
A guy who coaches kids’ baseball is going to give one of his players a kidney. Yesterday, woman I know raced to save a child from drowning.
We hear all these stories of humans being downright nasty to one another, and yet, and yet… so often we’re so much better than that. People are good people all the time. Everyday heroines. Everyday heroes.
When these things happen we need to stand up and cheer. We need to lift up the good stories and celebrate them. We’re so quick post negative and whiny stories on social media. And, although I know that a lot of us take joy in cute cat videos, those vids don’t encourage us to do what we can. And as the beloved June Jordan says, “More than that, what can anyone ask?”
This guy is a match and he’s willing to do it for a child he likes. And she will live to play ball another season. This woman was in the right place and saw what happened. Sometimes Peace is just as simple as that. Let’s give thanks. And let’s explore where we’re called to be everyday heroes and heroines. And let’s support each other as we do. Together, we can.
Memories, Sabbath and Peace
The mind’s a funny thing. When I put that pillowcase in the yard sale, I was only thinking that it was time to clean things out a bit.
With all the family deaths, there is stuff in my house. I’ve held it close, reluctant to let them go — as if that meant they were here. Bah. Weird human mind.
But when I sorted, I did the “use not use” test and the “love and not love” test, and this was just a spare pillowcase.
It wasn’t until I saw someone hold it up that its significance (in my life) surfaced. I was standing next to my friend and told her, she said, “don’t take it back.” “No,” I said, “the memory is enough for the Peace!”
And it was. sometimes we have to pay attention so we can be present to the moments of Peace. And then sometimes they just sneak up on you. However they come, they’re sweet. Peace of a lovely Sabbath to you. That Thunder Moon seems more a drippy moon right now, doesn’t it?
Let’s Peace on the Fourth of July
I live in a part of the world where nature is not too far from the human-constructed. And of course I live two blocks from the river.
There are a lot of things we do wrong to nature, and particularly to our river, but still the river is powerful. A couple years before I came back, they started reintroducing eagles to this area. And they’ve flourished.
Now of course we’re messing up the river with fracking and factory farms. So much for our understanding of what’s important. So much for our reverence for our national symbol.
Will they survive? Will we?
But what I thought about as I was writing this was whether or not we honored the eagle’s keen vision or just the power of the predator.
They’re not rapacious. They eat that they might live. May we do the same. Happy Fourth of July. Let us be reflective about Peace, Justice and Freedom — for everyone, not just for Americans. Happy rainy Fourth of July.
Visiting Peace, Ancestor Peace
My mom was a great sick mom. She made special simple foods. In the closet were the bed aids: Sick table. Sick pillow. If you were really poorly, she would come and set up her sewing machine or something and sew while you were sick.
I was heir to the sick accoutrements. So, when you fall and break your leg, you can count on me to run over with Great Roberts’ dinner tray, now dubbed the sick tray and a whole host of pillows. I’ll even empty out the drawers on a side table and cart it along.
And when you break your knee, you need the sick aids. You’re going to need them a long time. No problem, we deliver. In the name of the mother and the sister and all who went before, here’s a snickerdoodle or twelve I asked someone to make for you…
Peace, my sweet niece. Sure glad my nephew brought you into our lives. Here’s to healing and renewed good health.
Community Peace Tales
I know. I go on about this, but our community’s yard sale is six days long. We raise a lot of money and the left-overs go off to support other organizations. Today we found out that we can possibly be of service to the migrant workers who labor in the surrounding 7 counties. This would be wonderful!
But one of the sweetest things for me is the chance to be in community. We get to talk to one another. When we meet on Sunday, there are so many of us and it’s difficult to find the time to chat. But while straightening out the glass ware, refolding shorts or taking a moment in the cafe, it’s great to be together and have the chance to begin to know one another better.
Sharing stories about our lives is a precious thing. We all have things going on. We all have problems. We all have laughter to share.
On Sundays we share our joys and concerns, in short pithy statements. On days like yard sale days, there’s the luxury of time and repeated encounters. What a blessing.
There’s a very special kind of Peace that grows from such encounters. Hurrah for memory making under the Full Thunder Moon. Did you see it last night? it was gorgeous!
