We should all eat more vegetables. And this is a good reminder.
Because Asparagus. Spring.
Peace on Earth. Peace with the Earth. Eat green things. Celebrate Life. Celebrate Spring!
Peace.
Asparagus Peace
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A Beautiful and Peaceful Beginning
Good Morning. Happy Easter!
Unlike today’s beautiful picture, Our day in the Valley is going to be one of mist and mystery. Which sort of suits this holiday of profound mystery and rampant —and I admit it fun — commercialism of talking bunnies bringing eggs and new clothes. (The new clothes imperative belongs to a Pagan holiday Beltane, when you throw off winter and burn your clothes. It makes more sense when Easter’s a month later. Did you get new clothes growing up? We often got Spring Clothes, but my mom was very clear we did not get a new outfit for Easter. She hated the connecting of the profound and the profane. I appreciate that understanding a lot better now! And in fact, practical child that I am, a pretty little spring dress when it’s very cold wasn’t really that much fun to a child who had no meat on her bones. The egg hiding was originally incentive to our bird friends to fruitful and multiply.)
However you celebrate today, I hope it’s in the presence of those you love.
And oh, Deb Slade, what a picture. Such Beauty. This branch of the Susquehanna is a slow moving one. So many days, and this picture represents this, it looks like a lake rather than a river.
Peace to you. Peace and Beauty, and Joy. The Peace and Beauty of rose-gold mornings and rivers. The Peace and Joy of Easter. The Peace and Beauty and Joy of another day to be a live and make a difference.
Peace of the Day
We deal with the things we can, one after another. Each day has its challenges. We deal with them and try to leave a little bit of time over for dreaming and planning.
Some days are extraordinary. Some days are just what they are!
And we are here to meet the day. To live fully into what is before us.
And when the Sun finally slips below the horizon, our job is to be able to let it go with no regrets.
It’s good to make Peace with the day we have. It’s good to make Peace with letting it go.
It’s good to go to bed and get up tomorrow, ready to Peace again! Everyday Peace.
Peace and What We Wish the Butterfly Effect Were
Last week my friend Rachel helped me preach. Every year at the winter holidays, I write a small play for Rachel who is my Glorious Holiday elf. She always helps me find a new symbol to those we already use to celebrate the winter Holidays.
Last week, at the beginning of Spring, it seemed that we needed a bit of encouragement to make a difference. Now, I know, because I keep looking it up (because I always forget) that chaos theory doesn’t say that the fluttering of a butterfly wing WILL have some intended consequence, just that everything can have some UNintended consequence.
We thought that perhaps we could flutter our wings, do kind things and see what happens. Apparently Annie thought so too.
Here’s to kindness in this season of Beauty. Here’s to making the decision and then making a difference
Here’s to Rachel and Annie. and here’s to Peace. Now get out there and flutter those wings.
The Peace of No Squalls
We really do seem to have sailed through March with no flurries. So our flowers are bravely pushing their way out of the ground. We’re having the flowers we often have at Easter, despite the fact that Easter is incredibly early. (Western Easter, that is)
On the one hand, it’s crazy. It’s too warm for this time of year. Whether it’s climate change or El Nino, something is not right. On the other, it’s hard not to appreciate it. It’s the end of March and it’s supposed to be a balmy, sunny 72˚.
March is such an amazing month filled with ups and downs, filled with anticipation. It’s amusing to watch people fuss and fume when it does what it does. You hear people say, here, in Central PA, “but it’s Spring, it should be warm.” Uh, no. Well unless you have Climate Change or El Nino.
But here we are, with a beautiful day, and many people on holiday. Be here now. Enjoy the Peace of today.
Preparing and Waiting for Peace
An empty mailbox beside an empty field. Ready. Waiting. Or is it
A stuffed mailbox beside a seeded field?
You can’t tell by looking. You have to explore. You have to ask. You have to prepare. You have to reach out.
Fields and mailboxes: both demand participation.
Except when delightful surprises surface. A volunteer flying seed can propagate in an empty field. A letter that you don’t expect can arrive. In both cases, the news can be either a pleasant or an unpleasant surprise.
But that’s the nature of life isn’t it.
However, you can make sure that people have pleasant surprises by mailing a lovely letter… or planting the seed for a beautiful flower or an interesting vegetable at the corner of a field.
Whether you’re the one who gives the gift or the one who receives it, both offer possibilities for Peace. Deepen those possibilities why don’t you? Let’s Peace!
Yellow Daffodil Peace
It is that time of year. I had to go drive along the North Branch of the Susquehanna yesterday. As much as I love Lewisburg, that’s my part of the river. I know how it reacts.
This time of year, as the road runs between the hill and the river, you drive past the beginnings of the forsythia. The forsythia stretches for a mile or two. Half the year it’s simply bramble; the other half, it’s green. Except for these astonishing two weeks when it’s gloriously yellow.
And these daffodils. Ha! it says to this snow. Ha! I will bloom bravely and defy what is leaving, however reluctantly. Winter is leaving. Spring is coming. They know their minuet intimately. It sometimes confuses us, but that’s not their problem. The seasons know the steps to the dance.
There’s a message in that for us I think… Peace. Make Peace. Declare Peace. Dance Peace. If our time is short, make our mark in Peace.
In the name of what we believe in, in the shadow of Ankara, Brussels, Paris, and on and on and on, let us pray and work for Peace. Let us Peace.
Vindaloo Peace!
I’m a huge fan of other kinds of food. I’m a bit squeamish… so I’m not all wow! baby eels or lookee, bugs, but I like a lot of things. I’m also not a huge fan of hot peppers (although give me horseradish any day!)
One of the reasons I wanted Terri to do food is that aside for her eye for what’s beautiful with food, she’s so adventurous. Foods wander from one culture to the next.
I like it when I can do that — wander from one culture to another. And you know i like a gastronomical wander now and again!
Getting to know another culture’s food, beginning to understand how their traditional foods came to be, getting to know people who eat that food enriches your life. And can, won’t necessarily, but can bring you Peace. If you do the work.
As Terri pointed out when she sent this pic, this dish was easy for her to make because our neighbors run Spices Inc, an on line spice emporium. It’s quite amazing! You never know who’s going to show up in a small town, do you?
The advice for the day? Eat good food. Eat good food from other cultures. Share it! Build Peace through fun food and fun friends!
Spring Equinox! Sabbath Peace!
It was a dark and stormy day… never you mind, it’s still the Vernal Equinox! It’s still Spring.It is, as is every day, a sacred gift to be unwrapped and celebrated. Stand still and be amazed!
It’s my Sabbath, day to gather with my community, day of rest and reflection.
While it may not be the day that I do the most for Peace, it is the day I focus the most on it.
I love this sunrise pic because it’s such an everyday picture. It’s a reminder that every day matters. A new day dawns. What will we do with it? Every day arrives to be filled up with Peace or Sweetness, according to our whims.
We have such freedom here to do that. We’re not waking up in a war zone. We’re not waking up under someone else’s thumb. And yet we’re allowing our world to be filled up with such ugliness. Ugly rhetoric. Ugly actions. So let us make whatever small stands we can.
Every day. Everyday matters. Every day matters. Everyday Peace. Every day, Peace.
Peace in Sepia
Every day when I lived in the house on Colton, I would get stopped by the Sunset. For some reason, the way the weather works in the Bay Area, sunset is often clear. Socked in with fog all day, and then it all blows away. I’m sure a meteorologist could explain it, but for me, I’ll take the magic.
Sometimes some of the fog would stay to be layered in rose and gold. Such beauty.
But one thing that always took my breath away was when the bay would turn black and white at some magical hour and then be infused with gold.
Life. Beauty. Peace. All of them in sepia. That you and I could share this wonder. This is both Peace and the reason for it. There is Beauty, let us acknowledge it! There is Peace, let us spread it.
