Good morning, dear readers.
Please come quietly in the front door–no knocking needed–you’re all invited. You can sit on the living room floor, if you like, or at the kitchen table or, OK, I’ll move over and we can share the couch. Let’s not even turn on any more lights. OK, OK, who said they want some coffee? I’ll put a pot on to brew. Oh, you want some tea? What kind? Never mind, we’ll put out a selection.
Let’s not talk much. Let’s just sit in the semi-darkness and be present in this early morning dawn. Not that we can see the sun. It’s raining lightly outside, drip, drip, drip. The tree-skeletons are starting to show in the woods, as the finery of yellow and red leaves drape onto the wet earth. Surprisingly, patches of green leaves still remain, tender leaves, leaves not yet touched by a hard frost.
It’s 48 degrees this morning (8.88 Celsius). I was lazy and just checked the computer, instead of walking into the kitchen and peering out the window at the thermometer. I know one of you volunteered, but this seemed easier.
It’s so peaceful, isn’t it?
Part of me wants to write a peaceful blog every day. I love quiet, peaceful blogs. You stop by them in cyberspace and you let out your tense breath (you didn’t even know you had a tense breath until then!) and you suddenly notice your heartbeat stilling. Maybe someday I will stop writing wild & crazy blogs about heart catheterization (whoa! That got your pulse pumping, didn’t it?) and Freshly Pressed (oh come on, Kathy, I’m sure that didn’t make readers peaceful, did it?) and I will simply post quiet, soothing, lulling beautiful photos and calming peaceful words.
Or not. **grin** Because there are so many sides to us. There are the peace-loving sides and then there are the fun-loving sides. And all the sides in between. And, when you have a blog, all the different sides get a chance to speak their truth, if you let them.
See how it’s getting lighter now? Hear the woodstove motor humming in the basement? Anybody getting hungry for breakfast? There’s not a lot to share–but, by golly, we’ll find food for all. I know. We’ll make oatmeal. Hands up for who wants oatmeal. You, you, you… oh come on, I can see some of you frowning. The two of you can have my cereal. There’s a little almond milk. And you two can have the last two eggs. I’m not making it all for you, though. We can take turns in the kitchen. Thanks for volunteering to wash dishes.
We should get started soon. I have to go out to work at the school this morning. For maybe three hours today. It’s a day off school for the students. Teachers are at an area-wide inservice. So the old school will be…peaceful. Quiet.
Kind of like this morning at home.
Kind of like this blog.
If we start to lose our feelings of deep peace we’ll breathe deeply (deeper, a bit deeper) and feel our feet on the earth and sweep our gaze widely around us and watch our breath instead of following those crazy renegade thoughts into their next reaction. Peace can be cultivated, you know, and wooed. It can be our soul mate, just waiting for our love and attention to be re-kindled even in the busiest or craziest moments of our days.
I am imagining all of us so relaxed that we’re feeling exquisitely good. NO falling asleep allowed in the car or at work!
Anyone else want to share their suggestions for cultivating peace?
As they say in church: Peace be with you.
And also with you.
OK, enough peace talk. Looks like the oatmeal is ready. Shall we chop some apples and sprinkle with cinnamon and maybe add some raisins?