The Fierceness of Peace

DO NOT FUCK WITH ME

Before seeking a centered life, I was a mild mannered executive who'd step over your infant child to get to the top. And I had a stroke and my outward lust turned inward. A calling from God? Couldn't be. I focused on my only child who had to be brought up in the Roman Catholic faith. A given. It's just done that way.

I walked her to school each morning accompanied by my walker and decided why not stay for early rosary recitation and Mass. I have nothing else to do and my kid needed to see Mom do something. The recitation reverberates the body and the smell of incense calms and soothes like a caressing salve. Two years I did this and faith emerged fortifying my soul with an armored Humvee tank.I am Joan of Arc.Then my concern of the destruction of the Middle East piqued my interest.

Piqued. I looked afar and tsked-tsked at why the proven method of non-violent peaceful resistance was not implemented by all sides? Hello? Does Martin Luther King ring a bell? Obama is President of the Free World because of non-violent direct action. I witnessed the Arab Spring and wept. What a beloved sight of people gathering for peace and revolution. I cared. But I was still angry. And this is ok.

I can do something. It feels wonderful to participate in nvda and try to slowly change the awareness and policies of those I view are not keeping the health and well-being of people in their hearts. Turn my fierce anger towards peace. Its a lot more fun and rewarding.

My seeking Spirit has led me to Quakerism. My perfect mixture of fierce anger working for fierce peace.