The PeaceWithin

Anyone who has ever followed my blog or knows me well understands my idea of peace. While I continue to envision and pray for universal peace, I know that true peace can only be found within each soul individually. Every one of us is responsible for finding that place which  we can retreat to for solace, comfort and the assurance that all will be well in our souls.

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For those who accept the idea that our lives are guided by a higher power, Peace then comes in that knowledge and acceptance, each finding their own way of communion with Spirit. What name this guiding force is called matters not. If universal naming were important we would all be in trouble here.

What matters most is that every living thing find a common pulse, that place in which we all become one, even for a moment. Call it prayer, meditation, communion or simply quieting the mind from the constant chatter that we have come to know as commonplace in our lives.

The peace I find comes in the shade of the Creator’s Love, this beautiful spinning orb of rock, water, gases and cellular magnificence we call Earth..and home. I spent my Thanksgiving breathing, relaxing and being. I spent yesterday reveling in our home and its inhabitants. This is my church and these are my fellow worshippers. We are thankful for our breath and what each if us knows as perfection in life. The genuine moments of peace that sustain us through hardship and loss. These are the gifts, the treasure, the cool shade of a Love that knows no limit.

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Snowy egret in Canaveral Seashore National Reserve
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We take wing when fear consumes us. Or we trust in Spirit and wait
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Can you hear them whispering?
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I missed seeing my hawk friends so often

 

 

It is a good thing to find joy wherever you may be. It is another to be in a place where joy bombards you from all directions. For me that place is within the living world.

May you find a reason to be thankful in every day.

This post is brought to you by Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt.

If our walk made you thirsty, head on over to Dan’s place. They are serving up cold ones in spite of the impending snow predictions. 😉

Happiness Is…

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Finding delight in the most unexpected places…

joy expressed on the tiniest faces.

There are worlds within worlds

in this intricate web of creation.

If, in this moment, your world is bleak,

take a peek

into another.

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A universe of magic awaits.

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‘Unhealthy’ Happy Memories/# vintage food

 

That’s me and my Daddy. I remember that kitchen though we moved quite a few times. I still get nostalgic when I see linoleum. 😉

But such sweet memories. It all started with a conversation about a food addiction I had in high school. One day my parents went off to church, leaving me home not feeling well. I was old enough to open a can and heat something on the stove but didn’t care for many soups. Then along came this sweet old Italian man with a brilliant dream and a master advertising agent.

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Perhaps it was that magical moment in time of being left alone, with a whole can of this cheesy pasta delight with no one to fight me for it. With a handful of Saltine Crackers on the side, I was in heaven-and hooked for an entire school year!

I have lots of these food memories, mostly times inspired by, and shared with, my Daddy. So I figured after I talked about it to hubby the other day that he would run into my old Italian chef at the grocery store and bring him  home for dinner. 😏

I think I’ll wait for a night when I’m really feeling the need for comfort. Then I may just eat the whole can. 🙊

And, speaking of food memories with my Dad, here are a few more. None of them is healthy but all of them are sweet. Thanks Daddy!

 

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Oh my! Beef pot pie. Banquet was best because it had bottom crust too!

 

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Best thing about Saturday mornings at least once a month! I could eat half a can at a time. Oh my..

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Can’t find an image of the original Oscar Mayer garlic bologna roll. My Dad and I sat and he sliced it so we could eat with crackers and mustard. Yum.

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I have no words and couldn’t bring myself to share an actual image of the product. As my hubby would say, “Just another version of lips and ears…”

(We ate it on bread over mayonnaise-open faced style!)

And there were a few things eaten in my house that I can barely talk about and certaintly did not partake of

Can you say “hog head cheese” or “Sardines”? Salted buttermilk?! 😱

Wait! I have to go brush my teeth now. Happy, healthy eating folks!

Thank goodness for Chef Boyardee! And my Daddy. 💕