Excerpt from a journal entry: Friday, Oct 14, 2022, 6:00 a.m.
I’m at peace this morning. I love this feeling. Except it’s not a feeling, really. It’s a state. A state of being.
It’s difficult to put together the right words to describe being “at peace.” But the image I have is an unpredictable ocean whose surface is undisturbed.
Maybe just the night before, those calm, still waters were stirred up from the depths or by outside forces, tossed into magnificent, angry waves. The surface was in chaos and turmoil.
And then, suddenly, peace.
That same angry ocean the next morning has a surface as smooth and still as a pane of glass. So quiet and still, it seems as though I could walk across it.
Seagulls fly overhead, breezing along on gentle currents of air invisible to the naked eye, wind so gentle the water below doesn’t notice.
Skies are crystal blue, the sun radiant warm.
A picture of Peace. Total and complete Peace.
