It sneaks up on you. In the overspending, overeating, overthinking…when you regret that you have lost it, or resigned it to the ashbin of aging, it shows up. It may just be a twinge or a recollection, a fleeting admiration for some timeless tradition–something triggers it and Peace washes over you. It may not last long, but it is oh so lovely. It is ineffable, it is knowing–a momentary realization that Peace is real. It is also rare and remarkable.
Yesterday I had the opportunity to go through a box of memories, stored for more than a decade. In it were mementos of a family member’s death and tokens of our grief. Sympathy cards, sweet signatures of kindness and sadness. But now, these keepsakes bring a calmness and clarity that could not be imagined so long ago. Suddenly, there was a peaceful pause in the rush of time.
It’s hard to define the state of Peace, but you’ll know it when you feel it. I hope it finds you.