Peace is not wanting, not waiting. Peace is accepting.
Peace is the ocean, lapping at the shore, heaving hypnotically; rhythmic and inconsistent. The sound of power… it somehow restores your spirited soul.
Peace is your breath, slowly inhaling, …closing in exhale. Breaking the surface from underwater, Your warm vapors in the air when it’s cold.
Peace, when your eyes see your darling, …your child, …your pet. Enchanted by mountains, far in the distance; their stand makes you feel small and dependent. …the dancing moon’s magnificence and the silent sheen of stars.
Peace lives in notes and cadences, tension and release, movement and pattern. Sound washes over your body and you are vulnerable to it’s comfort and scope.
Peace is: (your words here)
Peace is fleeting. It does not stay. It does come back.
I am participating in the 15th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge by Two Writing Teachers. This is my first year of daily slicing during the month of March. Thanks for stopping by!
What a gorgeous post! I love how you left that space for the reader to fill in their own words.
Peace needs others, as it is not a solitary act.
Beautiful post with lots to think about!
Peace is the present moment, sitting in solitude, immersed in gratitude.
What a profound slice, seeped in concrete images, yet reminding us of a something we can only feel. Beautiful!
What a special slice, Patti! I needed to read this and felt myself relaxing as I did so. You have such a way with words!
I feel like I’m breathing a little more deeply for having read your post. I enjoyed reading the very varied things that bring peace.