The Peace of Helping Each Other Out

I find I still have high expectations of folk. I expect us all to be courteous and kind. No exceptions.

If your candidate won or didn’t, you are and your neighbor is an American.

We may have very different ideas. We can still expect respect and have it expected of us.

Those whose dreams were not realized will need some time to figure out how we fit ourselves in, what we see our work to be. Those whose hopes came true had best find out how they will be a part of the government they elected.

I am not a strategist. I don’t know what to do next, but I know this: Peace is still the unwavering goal. Kindness and respect still pave the road.



Peace and Kindness

I’m working hard at my swimming. Part of it is that it’s the only exercise I really enjoy, so i can work at being/staying in shape. Part of it is that it’s such a pleasure for me. It changes my mood and takes me completely away from whatever I’m poking at with my mind. I don’t think about anything but my pull or my kick and my breath. It’s pretty great!

And I get in my little Taurus rut… we do like routine, we Taureans. So, must swim now, becomes part of the track in my head. Which is great. Because aside from swimming, I’d rather read a book!

But once I start swimming I get a bit fixated on the goal.

Yesterday, oh, so early in the morning, I was hustling to get to the early swim and I encountered an old friend who needed to talk. I took a deep breath and let it out and just talked with him. It had been an age since I saw him, and a lot was happening in his life. It was time to catch up.

But swimming, I thought. A friend, I reminded myself. And we had a delightful chat. I only had 20 minutes to swim. That was fine. I also had 20 minutes of being a friend. Fewer meters, more friendship. Our hearts get exercised in so many ways. I love that this beautiful web reminded me of the connections that are important to make. Kindness and caring matters. They bring us Peace. They offer it to others. Peace be with us all.



Spice Up That Peace!

I find it interesting that Peace is often categorized as bland and calm. Where is it written that Peace can’t be interesting, multi-leveled and, well, spicy? In fact, how could it be anything else. For Peace to be Peace, everyone has to be involved. That’s going to make it confusing, fragile, and fabulous.

We often talk about it as a blanket of Peace. But I suspect that blanket is more like a wild and wonderful art quilt, full of fabulous colors and movement. Perhaps there are places in the quilt not quite resolved but working toward discordant beauty.

When I think about it, nice gets the same bad rap. I’ll admit, I always thought nice was sort of namby-pamby. Now it’s a thing I most aspire to. Being nice, which doesn’t preclude having opinions or doing justice, makes space for people and allows them to be that which all of us want… to be seen. So now I no longer think of niceness as “nice,” said in that cooing voice.

Niceness is radical kindness and hospitality — or it should be. It sees what is and offers balm and works for solutions.

Peace is wild and challenging as well.

Maybe it’s even spicy. Maybe they both need some onion and garlic started in the pan… Come, sit with me, and enjoy the bounty spiced up with laughter. Peace and Niceness are not bland they include the world and let cultures and customs overlap.

Here’s to Spicy Peace. Here’s to raucous Niceness. Here’s to all of us, imperfect as we are living the perfect, rocky, stretching, trying, failing, succeeding life — together.




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.