My peace that's moving me forward is the knowledge that everything changes and nothing stays the same. I'm going through a rough period and that mantra is getting me through it.
My peace today is in looking at all of these raggedy disparate parts of me and things and thinking that they are a nice collage, maybe a quilt, maybe some erasure poetry, perhaps a strange topographical map. I don't know. Sometimes it works. Here's my other peace. In my toddler class on Sunday it was chaos, but a little girl who never speaks held a wooden pineapple and looked me in the eye while everyone else was shouting and very, very quietly - barely above a whisper - and very carefully said "peace". I melted like butter and have tried to carry that bold little whisper with me since. peace.
Those bold little whispers are the most powerful. The most inherently magical. I love that you were exactly in that moment, with your eyes and ears and heart open enough to hear her; and that I'm exactly here in this moment for you to share it with me. I will never look at pineapples the same.
And I think it pretty much always works, even when it doesn't. But I don't really know either.
My peace that's moving me forward is the knowledge that everything changes and nothing stays the same. I'm going through a rough period and that mantra is getting me through it.
ReplyDeleteYes, thank heaven for flow rather than stagnancy. Nothing good about that kind of stink. Thank you for sharing your peace.
DeleteMy peace today is in looking at all of these raggedy disparate parts of me and things and thinking that they are a nice collage, maybe a quilt, maybe some erasure poetry, perhaps a strange topographical map. I don't know. Sometimes it works.
ReplyDeleteHere's my other peace. In my toddler class on Sunday it was chaos, but a little girl who never speaks held a wooden pineapple and looked me in the eye while everyone else was shouting and very, very quietly - barely above a whisper - and very carefully said "peace". I melted like butter and have tried to carry that bold little whisper with me since. peace.
Those bold little whispers are the most powerful. The most inherently magical. I love that you were exactly in that moment, with your eyes and ears and heart open enough to hear her; and that I'm exactly here in this moment for you to share it with me. I will never look at pineapples the same.
DeleteAnd I think it pretty much always works, even when it doesn't. But I don't really know either.