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Peace I Leave With You, My Friends

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.

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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?”

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.”

peace begins hyper locally

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.

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We Shared a Moment

On one of these long, schooI-less days, I got a rare cuddle from my teen daughter.  She lay with her head in the crook of my arm, the rest of her body sprawled on the couch. We were nose to nose, gazing into each others’ eyes, the way you don’t do often enough because that leads to a soul-to-soul connection, and that means you’re naked and supremely vulnerable.

Vulnerable isn’t an easy place for a teen girl or the mom of a teen girl to live in — or even visit very often.

I looked down at her face — oh, the perfection of her face! Her eyes clear and piercing, lips like they were the model for Cupid’s bow, skin flawless and radiant.

“You’re beautiful, Mama,” she said, mirroring my own thoughts about her.

Apparently she was checking out my skin, too. (My skin on the face that was pointed down toward her, I might add in my defense.) Still with an abundance of love in her voice and eyes, Tessa said,

“Wow. You’re really old.”

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I was, at first, filled with shame that I’d had the bad sense to grow older. Shame makes me want to lash out, which would for sure ruin this moment of intimacy.

Instead, I took to heart what she said. I am really old, to her very young eyes. And it appears she does not carry the same judgment in saying so that I do in hearing so. I’ve lived on this planet — I’ve thrived on this planet — for a long time.  That’s not nothing; that’s not bad sense. In fact, my goal as her mom is that she do the same.

The love remained in my heart — for both of us.

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