Calm during the storm

The shrieking winds and gray, foreboding skies painted a vivid and accurate picture of my inner mental turmoil that stormy winter day. I no longer recall the issues that were distressing me, but I remember the moment when the gale howled loudest and my inner landscape got gloomiest.

At that moment, a simple idea sneaked into thought and out-whispered the physical and mental storms clamoring for attention. It was this: that I could claim my peace in the midst of the storm. I didn't need to wait until the winds died away to affirm the presence of peace. I didn't need to wait until the emotional turmoil settled down to accept the actuality of peace.

Becoming an instrument for peace
April 14, 2003

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