May the greatest gift you give or receive this year be the peace and joy you find in your own heart.
Not really warm, but comfortable enough;
Soft breezes bring gentle fragrance.
seasons of retreat for deep reflection;
It feels good to breathe for a while.
Not all that dramatic, but interesting;
Peace wears like a cozy sweater.
A quiet heart;
Strength and steadfastness are words in her song;
She knows how to live with herself.
In a world full of noise,
Where chatter and chaos reign,
I’ve learned to create a place
That is free from all the strain.
That oasis is within my soul
Where it can be protected;
It’s part of all that makes me whole,
Where my true self is reflected.
In places harsh and loud
Where a heartbeat can’t be heard,
I have learned to guard my soul
And to govern every word.
So that I live in solitude
To share with those around me
As a token of gratitude
For the peace and joy that ground me.
She looked out the window, at nothing in particular.
This night seemed darker than most. It was cold and windy.
“It would have looked pretty, had there been snow,” she thought, “like a Christmas card; but it’s just dark…”
She turned from the window to stoke the fire and try to find something to eat. Nothing sounded good. This would be her fourth, maybe even fifth time to the cupboard. She closed the door and walked away again.
“I wonder,” she mused,
“if anyone realizes that this is Christmas and I am alone.” This thought made her cry.
At last, she thought of something she would like: A cup of tea and half of a peanut butter sandwich.
The old dog roused himself from sleep at the scent of something he loved.
“Oh, you,” the woman teased, “There’s a half for you to eat.”
As she and the old dog munched the sandwich, she began to feel better.
“I’m not alone after all: I have Austin here…and I have myself.”
She stood and looked out the window again.
A lone star hung very brightly in the sky: The sign of promise fulfilled.
“Merry Christmas, Austin,” she said.
The old dog wagged his tail and panted up at her with large, happy brown eyes.
“Marry Christmas to me as well,” she chuckled.
True peace comes when we can be at home with ourselves and enjoy the company.
The thunder storm
That moved through the valley
With strong winds and rain,
Is finally gone.
The hard struggles
That have moved through my soul,
With turmoil and pain
Are moving on.
Now all is calm,
Peace and stillness prevail
I feel whole and sane
I become strong.
No storms brew now;
It’s so quiet within;
Such a sweet refrain
Is my new song.
For the past few days, I have been pondering the matter of finding peace.
One thought I have is that you know you have found peace when you check inside and encounter your own presence instead of a void.
I think this because peace has to do with wholeness rather than lack of noise or challenge.
I searched for some interesting quotes and found a few that I liked:
“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
So true; in fact, I would say it is as you live that you find peace.
“There is a criterion by which you can judge whether the thoughts you are thinking and the things you are doing are right for you. The criterion is: Have they brought you inner peace?”
“When you find peace within yourself, you become the kind of person who can live at peace with others.”
And finally, just so there is something to help you laugh:
“If you can’t get rid of the skeleton in your closet you’d best teach it to dance.”
George Bernard Shaw
Thoughts and feelings reel;
They argue with each other
In a blinding fog of confusion
They collect and multiply
Like piles of dry leaves blown by the wind.
It’s a cacophony
Of unsettling discenance.
Quiet my soul;
Let wisdom’s soft discourse come
To your ears with warmth, hope and joy.
Then you may rest;
Confusion will melt away
In the sunlight as it shines on you.