Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember
what peace there may be in silence.
My wish for everyone I know and for the rest of the world as well, is
Not sure why it is that Peace is so tricky to come by, but in my 73 years it hasn’t shown itself very often, if ever, on anything approaching a global level. There are places where it prospers, however — the above photo (doctored a wee bit for use on our Christmas cards that year) was taken during the summer of 2005 on a foggy morning in the high mountains of E. Arizona, at the wooded edge of a wild place called Horseshoe Cienega. It’s a mountain meadow with an old barbed wire fence still wrapped around part of it, and though it was once a holding pen for cattle, in ’05 it was the haunt of elk, deer, wild turkeys, an occasional pair of Mexican Gray Wolves, crows, the infrequent black bear, wildflowers — and under surrounding trees, the two of us “superior” lifeforms, plus tent and campfire ring. In shorter summary, it was definitely one of the most peaceable and tranquil scenes one might ever dare to imagine.
Peace IS refreshing; it scrubs the soul, refreshes both mind and spirit. I know. The elk, deer, wolves, turkeys, even the wildflowers understood, they said it every day. ‘Listen’ carefully to this peaceful fellow — he knows all there is to know about it . . .
“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
The winds will blow their own freshness into you…
while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.”
Peace to all creatures everywhere, humans included, and