If We Have No Peace....

"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other." Mother Teresa

This was my Facebook status today. We're all in this together. All of us. Our President's words two nights ago brought tears to my eyes, as it did for many. It set me to thinking how fractured we are as a whole, our very foundation is cracked and bleeding. What to do?....I am only one woman. You are only one human being....what to do, indeed. "Let there be peace on earth an let it begin with me"....that's a good place to begin, and it all begins with us, darlings.

I don't get mad like I used to. I can get fired-up, to be sure, but I don't get mad anymore. Big victory. My "peace" depended on other people, what they did, (or usually didn't do) governed my day. I wasted a lot of years being defined by outward things...people, places, events. I prided myself in thinking I was "different", that I stood apart, that no one understood me.....and I chased peace like a dog chasing it's tail. I was exhausted most of the time too, I mean bone weary exhausted. Somehow the words from my childhood...."Let there be peace on earth....." were lost along the way. If only we could be aware of the disconnect as it's happening! What is it that makes us splinter off from the rest of humanity? There are the biggies....childhood abuse, bad relationships, stuck in a dead-end job, bankruptcy, betrayal, death....yeah, those can do it, but how do we get our "connection" back? How do we make sense of those among us that spiral off the deep end and then take it out on society? A key thing I've learned is that, when you have been broken open.....stay open. When you're down on your knees asking, praying.....stay there. Metaphorically, of course. My cosmic brain surgery, as I like to call it, was only able to take place when I allowed the brokenness of my life to lay wide open. It gushed, but then it staunched, and it began to see the light of day.

My friend growing up was a little girl named Janet, she lived right near me. We played most every day after school, I could reach her house in 45 seconds through the field outside my back door. Janet was killed by a drunk driver in 1970. This was before all the "don't drive drunk" banners, before MADD, before being a "designated driver" was the responsible thing to do. And it was before Oprah.....all the shows where she interviewed people who came back from devastating experiences. So what I saw within Janet's family was extraordinary. We saw them crack completely open.....and in that depth of pain, they embraced the drunk driver. They testified in his defense. He did time, absolutely, but he did most of it in rehab and with counseling. They told us later that they couldn't see him as "different", they couldn't see him as "apart" from themselves. Janet's dad recounted his own stupid days as a young man.....driving drunk sometimes. In their determination to stay connected to this man who killed their daughter....and my best friend.....they healed their pain. This is an extreme example of staying connected, and I don't know how many of us could actually do that, but the point is this:

We are all one

We are connected by our very human nature. I am connected to the fisherman in his little boat on the sea off the coast of Italy. I am connected to the Chinese woman begging for money on the streets of Suzhou. (I remember her vividly, her eyes, her hands...open, pleading). How many times have I held my hands open, pleading for an answer in the deep darkness of night? I recognize myself in everyone, everywhere. I am connected to the old couple yesterday at the grocery store.... griping at each other unkindly, acting as if they couldn't stand each other....ha! Been there! I recognize the darkness in a human being, because if truth be told, if we didn't have a check on ourselves, if we weren't semi-sane, we just might allow events in our lives to make us spiral off the deep end and then take it out on society. Maybe it's a fine line between sanity and insanity. Maybe. But what do I know?

But we are all one.

I feel much more at peace with myself and the world when I look straight into the eyes of all I come across in the course of a day, and say a silent "Namaste". It only takes a second. Even the people that seem to irritate me are placed there so I can practice my "practice". The little tests, the little annoyances, and the big things that hit you right between the eyes, they're all there to help us see the connections. At least that's my humble opinion.....for what it's worth.

So, Namaste. And peace. And thank you.

Until next time...blessings upon your heart.



  1. Spectacular reminders for us all! I love the Mother Theresa quote...It is one I had not yet heard.

    "My cosmic brain surgery...", Wow! Brilliant word picture! and, "... when you have been broken...stay open." Wow!

    Your words today reach deep inside of me. They resonate toward the very possibilities within each of us, this oneness! Yes!

    Peace is healing, and oh my, let it begin with me.

    I am thankful you have taken time to share! I hope you continue here, your words have helped me.

  2. Hello Wild Magnolia....thank you for your words and encouragement to continue writing here. I will, I have much to say and am just now learning to claim my voice. My contribution to the world is through my writing, my children, and my massage/Reiki practice. This is what I have to give, and I give it wholeheartedly. Thank you again.

  3. Today, I posted using the Mother Teresa quote and linked back to you! I so want others to find your blog and receive the benefits or your experience and focus on how we can move forward to peace.


  4. Namaste, my dear Wild Magnolia!

  5. Oh gulp. I got tears in my eyes. These words sprinkled down onto and into me at a time when I NEEDED them.

    The forgiveness thing, the laying yourself open and bleeding till the wound is staunched.

    I am SO GRATEFUL that Wild Magnolia guided me to you. Now I am your newest follower. LUCKY ME!

    Take joy and share it,

    Sharon Lovejoy Writes from Sunflower House and a Little Green Island

  6. P.S. I closed my computer, picked up a book, and read this:

    From every biter thing, after all, something hardy will surely grow. From every difficulty, the seed that's sewn is that much stronger."

    Alice Hoffman-from her book Blackbird House

  7. oh dang it, that ruined the quote,

    "from every BITTER thing,"
    not biter.


  8. Thank you Sharon for taking the time to write, you are very kind. As I told Wild Magnolia, kindred spirits have a way of finding each other. My hope here is to connect to a community of like-minded people and to simply share our journey together. Thank you again...Cindy

  9. I really liked your story about forgiveness. That must have been something to behold, especially in those dreadful circumstances. But of course, that's just when it is really needed -- for both the forgiver, and the forgiven.

    I would like to see more of that embodied in our culture. Everyone speaks so often of our Christian heritage, but I see little of this ever discussed in the media (of course). So hearing it from "regular" people is hopeful.


  10. Thank you, Steven. I totally agree with you about the need for true forgiveness in our society. I am always struck how "Christians" profess one thing and practice another. Not to pass judgment, but I would love to see the form of forgiveness that was practiced by Jesus expressed a little more in our world.....and I'm not religious in the formal sense! But, you know what I mean, I sure.

    Thank you again for visiting my blog....

    Peace on your heart...Cindy


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