my moments of peace have to do with sitting quietly on my couch and petting my dog, or sitting outside and being present with the beauty of nature.
any time i can be still and quiet, is a moment of peace for me.
the following poem by mary oliver, my favorite poet, hits a moment of peace just right.
i hope it affects you as much as it has me over the years and that it lingers with you.
“You do not have to be good.
you do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and i will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile, the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
WILD GEESE, by Mary Oliver