Peace

They wanted Pictures of Peace.  My Mom reminded me of a Happening the Other Day.  There was a Commission put out to Artists around the World to Paint a Picture that Manifested Ultimate Peace.  The Paintings were Astounding and Heartwarming.  Beautiful.  Radiant. Peaceful.

One Painting stood out.  The Painting had Brooding Threatening Clouds.  Fierce Winds. Sheets of Rain.  But High on a Branch a Little Bird’s Nest.  And a Little Bird Nestled there Singing.

I’m Thankful this Morning as a New Week Dawns for the Reminder that Peace is Not External.  It is a Choice.  A Choice to Trust.  A Choice to Sing the Songs that are Sweet Melody to Our Hearts.  To Brighten the Spirits of those Close Enough to Hear.  To Understand our Power against any Storm is To Nestle in Our Warm Little Nests…Knowing Brighter Days Always Dawn.  And the Foresight to Know When they Do Finally Come, we will want to Know we Sang in the Storm.

Happy Monday Dear Ones, Thanks for Being Brave Enough to Sing When I So Often Lost My Song.

xoxo