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Pieces of peace
1. Every Sunday, around 2:30. Sunday nap. Weekly dose of peace and contented breathing, right there. *Sigh.* I feel peace just thinking about it.
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2. In August we took a short hike in the Adirondacks. After a bit, we came to a clearing and the happy sound of water. There had been some bickering as we climbed but now the kids scrambled out across the shallow falls, exploring and delighting in our find. G and I sat at the edge, in the sun, quiet. It's the spot I first think of when I think of a moment of peace from the year. For that moment, we were together, the water was cool on my feet, and there was peace there in the pause between climbing up and hiking out. (And the entire upstate NY trip was a pause before the chaos of the fall schedule began, too.)
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Best of .09: Day 8: Moment of Peace. An hour or a day or a week of solitude. What was the quality of your breath? The state of your mind? How did you get there? Join in the Best of 09 challenge here.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Reader Comments (6)
Ah, the Sunday nap. About to lose mine in January when we switch to one o'clock church. Course, the sleeping in part will be pretty nice.
Ahhh, Sunday nap is peace beyond measure.
ah, now you have me pondering peace. It's been such a year-- where have I found peace?
I'll think and come back.
I love being alone in my house. When it's clean. And the laundry is all done.
Very rare. Perfect peace.
I love reading your best of 09 entries and I really want to join, I just don't know if I could post everyday. Maybe I'll try it and be kind of spotty.
There was a morning run about a month ago. It was 5:45, as I made my way down my little canyon I followed orion's belt in the pitch black and then hopped onto an absolutely noiseless trail that follows the Provo reservoir canal (this is back when I was dumb). As I was running, a herd of deer crossed the trail and I had to stop to let them pass, as they passed I smelled their wildness and made eye contact with incredibly beautiful brown doe eyes. Breathtaking. A mile and a half further, I almost stepped on a baby fox as it scurried under my feet. And even later as the sun was peaking over Timp. a hawk with a six foot wing span landed a few feet away from me and gently ruffled it's feathers as I passed. As the snow gently fell, I felt a certain peace. It was a peace that is completely intangible even when the stars align and everyone is taking a nap in a clean house and I am actually able to read a book. Now that everyone has talked me into running with other people I really miss those moments.
I'm anticipating my moment of peace. And it's going to be good...