Having my peace stolen is something I wrangle with daily. An aggressive driver jumping in front of me on those famous Cape Cod rotaries grabs my peace and runs with it. A mean or hurtful comment about someone I care about twists my peace right out of my heart. When a quick peek at my bank account reveals that I’ve paid a bit too many bills than I have money for, my peace melts away in a cold sweat. In addition to the quick, daily, peace thieves, there are the chronic ones. There’s the lost friend that I wish I had back. There’s the sick relative that makes my heart heavy. There are the home improvements that need to be done, but I need to have patience for.
So…just how DOES one deal with stolen peace? I have my ideas, but I couldn’t express them any better than my fellow yogini, Leigha Hall. (She is my virtual yogini because she practices in Raleigh NC and I follow her blog, my Bikram Yoga Life.) She is a terrific writer and has a way with using the right words to compare life in the hot room with life outside the studio. Today she did a retro – retrieved an old post worth reposting called Keeping The Peace. Check it out. I guarantee you’ll be able to grab your peace and hold on tight.
And so, as another day goes by, nothing connects the brain to the heart better than the hot room, thank you for this reminder, Leigha, of how to “keep my peace”, and…I have written.
Peace is a fragile yet abundant commodity. When my Peace is stolen away, I turn my face to the sun. It warms me, and fills the void of that stolen Peace, or I catch a child’s laugh on the wind and it is filled again. All around me are moments, splendid, brilliant, common, small, simple just waiting for their chance to be my Peace. And I think it an integral character in me to let them.
Beautiful ways to regain that peace! I love it that you have an open heart, too!