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?



That Reading, Snuggling Peace

For those of us who miss our grandchildren — we need to cultivate local kids to keep our hand in the game.

Someone wants or needs a story to be read to them. Someone wants or needs to read a story to us.

Side benefits? New Stories. Old favorites revisited. Shared innocence and earnesty. Snuggles. Pretty much all good things.

And oh, new and interesting children in your life and in your arms. We’re made to love these kids. We should practice harder.

If there were more adults snuggling with children, particularly children not their own, if we learned the shape of those bodies in our arms, in our laps, there would be more Peace in this world.

This is not a difficult challenge to undertake. And if you don’t have grands yet, you can begin training.