Fisherman’s Wharf, Monterey, California
I’ve been trying to think of something fitting to write about for this holiday season, an anecdote of holidays past, maybe something artsy or crafty. I don’t know. The one word that keeps falling into my mind, over and over again is peace. There are so many ways to think about it. Political peace, that’s the first thing that comes to mind, peace with people I don’t see eye to eye with, okay. That’s a tough one. How about COVID peace. Now there’s an idea I could spin many directions. How about making peace with the truth. That seems easy, but does it also mean I should somehow make peace with the untruth? I think there’s something to that, but I’m still working on it.
Of course, there’s peace with my body, and peace with my mind, and my favorite, peace with the natural environment, planetary peace, peace with the animals and plants, forests, oceans and rivers. Yeah, I love that one. But what about the big peace. The one that always gets to me. The one that hides from my mind and eludes inquiries, the one with the eternal shadow that falls across everything. Peace with the moment, with the unanswered questions, real peace, the kind that allows me to let go and merge with it all, even if for only for a moment. Yeah, that’s what I want to wish everyone. Peace.