There is Peace

The world slowly tries to wake. Slowly it stretches reaching toward all the possibilities.

The city is quite. Not yet filled with conscious beings. A stillness rest on every building and road like a blanket of fresh sparkling dew.

The wind abruptly shifts the leaves in the trees. It gently kisses my skin awake.

Then the sunbeams touch my eyes. The dirt beneath me begins to warm my fingertips.

I don’t want to shift just yet. If I move I will break the delicate blanket of stillness.

But my nose itches. I twitch it.

The stillness slips away.

 

 

My mind races leaping from one to do item to the next.

Life begins to move to the tune of the train. Racing to meet the clock.

Gotta Go   Gotta Go   Gotta Go

3pm reaches my body and I start to slow. I must race forward but I can’t.

 

 

Tea time. A safe space where I can slowly sip my thoughts away.

 

 

Then back to the race. Go Faster. Be Better. Do More.

Errands before dinner.

Quick dinner then clean the house.

Take a minute to relax.

More Errands.

 

 

Twilight happens. It begs me to stop. Slow down. Twilight demands admiration.

But it is only the night. The stars and the moon. They captivate me.

They demand my attention with their beauty, their mystery.

 

 

I lay gazing upward. The grass tickles my skin. Then I settle in.

The cool earth releases all the tension in my muscles.

The moonlight reflects off of the water. It dances on the little waves. My eyes rhythmically follow the dancing.

Then swiftly the wind moves past my ears whispering ancient secrets. The last things I hear as my eyes slowly close ready for sleep.

 

 

Ready for peace.

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Look to the Micro

Most often the world doesn’t care. People who make up the world don’t care for one another. This is why beautiful community movements are so amazing. Moments when people stand together giving a crap about something outside of themselves. It is so nice when people care for one another. When things happen in life it is so easy to forget that some people really do care. The world as whole no. The stock market doesn’t stop for a single persons’ death. Mental health days are not paid for in the United States. But most often there are people who stop. People who band together during times of pain. People who take a few seconds to wish you a happy birthday. People who say thank you even when they don’t have to.

A friend of mine read War and Peace when we were in middle school. We were sitting in my front yard debating which was better. After reading this book he was not certain he could say that war was fully bad. He quoted facts to me about penicillin and the United Nations. These things came out of war. I couldn’t switch out those facts for the dead bodies, raped women, and orphaned children. He was focusing on the Macro and all I could see was heart-wrenching micro.

When it comes to people giving a crap. Even a little, you have to stay in the micro. Sadly the Macro yields war, destruction, and hate. But the Micro yields true neighbors, paying it forward and self-sacrifice for strangers.

So when the world doesn’t care that today is the worst day of your life. Look into the Micro. An unexpected thank you. A sincere compliment. A moment of laughter. This is where contentment finds you when the world doesn’t care. When the world doesn’t stop.

Look to the micro.