Especially in light of so many polarizing events in 2014, I’m featuring this little story, retold from my teacher, Ethel, who was, herself, retelling it.
Why Can’t There Be Peace on Earth?
A child asked at bedtime, “Mommy why is there war? Why can’t there be peace in the world?”
“Well, to have peace in the world, we need peace in our country.
“To have peace in our country, we must have peace in our city.
“To have peace in our city, we must have peace in our neighborhood.
“To have peace in our neighborhood we must have peace in our home.
“To have peace in our homes we must have peace in our hearts.
“My child, do you have peace in your heart? Are you always kind to your siblings? Friends? Acquaintances? Strangers? Enemies?
To have peace in the world we must cultivate peace within.”
I wish each of you dear readers — and myself — peace within.
And here’s my annual singing Christmas card
…delivered with a little help from my sisters.
Images courtesy Stuart Miles and supakitmod at FreeDigitalPhotos.net
I have my own personal and portable DJ. Reed loves to play music for me as we drive from activity to activity. He plugs his iPod into the car’s reverse-USB port and carefully selects songs based on factors of the moment.
On a recent trip that was just the two of us — which meant he got to sit in the front seat — he chose songs from our past. One he got done fiddling with his iPod and the music began, he did something remarkable.
He reached out for my hand.
For the rest of the 15-minute trip, our fingers were as intertwined as our voices.
The next day, Tessa invited me to take the dog for a walk with her. “Come with me, Mama,” she said in the unguarded tone of voice I remember from her pre-teen days. And by “pre-teen” I mean “less hostile.”
We found the leash, clipped it on Dexter, and headed out the door. Before we even got around the corner, Tessa did something remarkable.
She reached out for my hand.
For the rest of the 15-minute stroll, our hands connected us and our stride synched us.
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