The Gift of Peace

The air is crisp and cool this morning, so I run in and grab a quilt out of the basket in the family room, returning to my favorite chair facing the magnificent magnolia tree, deeply rooted to the west of the yard. I love welcoming the morning from this quiet space, when everyone is sound asleep.  It is my private womb, a time for just being.  I offer up a silent prayer that begins in thanks but ends in supplication. I engage in my own version of meditation, sipping warm coffee, laughing at the nasty birds diving mercilessly at my unsuspecting cat, bathing in the morning sun. My dog finds a place at my feet, offering his peaceful presence, and I am surprised at how easily this loyal creature calms me. There have been brief moments of time when I have achieved mastery over the rambling of my mind…dinner options, personal vendettas, a blouse I left at the cleaners, and excessive shower scum. That is when an unexpected gift of peace settles around me like a warm blanket. These moments for me are always elusive, as I slip back to reality, feeling like my cat besieged by the antics of nasty birds. 




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  1. This is an excerpt from my new novel, “Under Renovation” hopefully due out by the end of the year.

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  2. Howard Zinn says, “We don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory.” And this is the gift of peace.

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