Peace of mind—even in chaotic times

When I was a child, we lived in northern Michigan. Sometimes I would spend hours playing in the woods by myself. One day I lay down on a bed of pine needles and looked up through the tall birch and pine trees. The sunlight was filtering down. Young ferns were growing all around me. In that moment time dropped away, and I had a very powerful sense that I was part of something so much greater — that I belonged —that I was loved. And in that moment I felt complete peace.

I've never forgotten that experience. In many ways I know it has shaped my ongoing quest for peace of mind. It reminds me that what I'm seeking is not out there —that peace is something that I am a part of and that I need to draw on.

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