Pouncing for Peace

We need big goofy dogs in our lives, in our lakes and on our fb feed to remind us sheer goofy joy.

Dogs just wanna have fun. And they so often do.

We want to have fun, and we so often miss the mark.

As serious as things are in this world, and they seem at the moment, more serious than they have for a long time, delighting in being alive is a requirement. Somewhere, someone, I can’t remember who said (something like): Delight is the thanks we owe the Creator.

Can there be a truer statement? Even in the work to be done, enjoy the playful moments.

Peace is filled with delight! Give thanks, and what the heck, pounce a little!

Ice Cream Peace

My parents grew up during the Depression and at a time when refrigeration was an ice box. So ice cream was a very special treat for them. My father’s dad would sometimes bring it home from work, late, after the children had gone to bed, and they’d wake the kids and enjoy. (My father sometimes couldn’t remember it happened and they had to show him the bowl count in the kitchen!). My parents courted over an ice cream at the drug store.

There was always ice cream in our freezer. I ate it, but it wasn’t ever a big thing for me. It’s still not a huge deal. I’ll eat it… but I’m not like some friends i know… It became important in my life when I moved back to Pennsylvania.

The day my mother received her dementia diagnosis, she called and said they had ice cream two times and no dinner. (My dad must have starved!). Later when things were hard, ice cream was often the salvation. We’d go out, get a dish of cream and life would seem so normal. Throughout their final years, ice cream often rescued us.

I just wrote to my friend Sue who, disagreeing with me about whether ice cream was a solitary or a shared experience,  wrote “The full benefits of ice cream are enjoyed alone, not even a book or fireflies.  Ice cream is a time to get in touch with the body’s joyous response to one of the most fabulous concoctions invented.  There should be no distractions.”

I wrote back: “I’m not really an ice cream girl, but i come from an ice cream family.”

For me, the eating of ice cream is a communal rite.

But let’s get clear: creamy goodness is pleasure.

And with the savoring, comes an interesting, and sometimes not inconsequential Peace. My friends are here from Sweden. We’ve gone out for ice cream twice. I wanted to show them the meadow where I watch the fireflies. Never mind that it’s mid-September. The lightning bugs showed up. One time, so did the full moon. Here’s my land in a moment of magic and there we were snared in the beauty and the sweet delight!

Peace, my friends.


Winter Peace — At Last

It started, at long last, with ice on the river. Finally. Winter was showing up. Put on all those warm clothes; it’s mitten season! Hurrah!

And then, last night, snow. Beautiful, beautiful snow.

What I love about snow, more than anything is the quiet. The world stills. it’s wonderful.

Shhhhh. It’s snowing. The Peace of a silenced world.

Yes. I know I am privileged to have warm shelter and adequate food. We’re not frightened by threats of heavy winds and blackouts in the cold. My feet are steady and so far there’s no ice. My prayers are that people be safe…

But here where I live, it is quiet.

I was a bit grumpy when, snuggled in my bed, I heard the snow blower. They’re so loud!

But then I looked out the window and he was cleaning my walks. Um hard to complain too much… Now all I have to do is keep up with the sweeping.

And the muffling snow continues… Naps! Books! Cooking! Shoveling! Delight! and oh, right… finish that sermon!

My wish for you is that there is beauty in the Winter that surrounds you. And that you are safe and warm. May you find Delight. May you find Peace.

Snow! Snow! Snow! Snow! Snow!