It can be hard to find.
How do we achieve it? What is it to you?
Quiet? Tranquility? Stability?A Goal for the world?
Peace of Mind? Peace at Heart?
On a regular Wednesday afternoon.
I suddenly have nothing important to do. My knees hurt and I'm a little tired. No one is around. How peaceful. A perfect occasion for a nap. I stretch out full length, a luxury at my house, a couch to yourself. I tuck my plush throw snugly around my legs and set the pillows up 'just right.' I turn the TV on and flip through the channels. I can't rest in total quiet. I need some background noise to still my thoughts and keep them from running riot and disturbing my peace. I find "How To Make An American Quilt." Hmm, that was a good book. I don't go out of my way to watch movies from books I've enjoyed because of possible frustration but if I happen on one I might give it a try. Besides, I like Winona Rider and trust her judgement and interpretations of some others I enjoyed without disappointment. So I settle in and close my eyes occasionally popping them open when something piques my curiosity. This is nice.
Then I hear footsteps approaching and inwardly groan. Crud. I peek from the corner of my eye as Middlest settles in to the easy chair and pulls up the coffee table to set down a bowl of soup. She's not supposed to be eating in here but she is going out of her way to be quiet so I let it be. Relax. She isn't going to bother me. So I rest, listening to the dialogue of the movie and the gentle tink of Mids spoon rhythmically hitting the bowl. But after a time she breaks the silence. "What are you watching?"
"How To Make An American Quilt." It's a good story. The book's downstairs on my shelf. Fourth row."
I hear her get up and pad her dishes to the kitchen and then she is back.
"Scoot over. I should be finishing some things before work but this is good."
"Sigh". I bend my knees. Oh well. I've lost a third of the couch but at least she doesn't want to change the channel. I hear more steps entering the room and Littlest plops on a stool beside the table with a bag of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk. I slit my eyes open, watching as she throws the cookie in the milk then eats it with a spoon. Disgusting and also forbidden in here but I'm sleeping so I don't see it. I drift on sound waves from the movie, in and out. "What is this?" Littlest asks.
"How to Make An American Quilt. It's a good book too. I have it downstairs in my bookcase if you want it."
"No", whines Middlest. "There isn't enough room. I'm comfortable."
"Sigh". I bend at the waist and pull myself up to a sitting position.
"Move over Mid. There is plenty of room."
So we sit. The semi silence of the room broken now by questions brought on by the parts they missed. "Who is that? Why is she doing that?" It's a good story. About stories. About women. I sit with my two young women and fill in where I can. Wonder out loud myself on the parts I can't remember. The room is no longer still and quiet but it is peaceful. When the movie is over Littlest asks, "Where did you say the book was?" Middlest follows with, "I want to read it too."
It's in my bookcase. It's been there for years. Waiting. Waiting to share. Unsuspecting I set it there waiting for this moment of Peace of Mind. They are smart and remarkable young women. Peace in my girls because, though they aren't always peaceful, they are so truly mine and nothing in this world can change that. As I sit in my kitten pile of daughters I know these moments are fleeting and precious. My family and my love for them are My Heart.
I Wish You Peace.
Do you think it can't be found? That it is so big and huge an undertaking that it never lasts,
at least not for long. We may not always see it. There is work and school and mess in the house and strife in the world. Where do we find it?
Peace at Heart.
Let It Be and it Will Be.
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