Peace comes dropping slow - in the deep heart's core

Last spring, Ekhart Tolle and Oprah teamed up on a multi-week webinar featuring his book, The New Earth. I signed up for it and was planning to attend until a friend asked me what the purpose was, and I said "Peace - how to live a peaceful life" She responded "Keren if you become any more peaceful, you will just be all mush"

She was joking, but I thought about it and she was right. I have a lot of peace. I cherish it and protect it and revel in it even. I can usually access it at will, particularly if everyone else around me is falling apart. "Calm in the storm" is my favorite role. So I blew Ekart and Oprah off.

My friend was right. I'd rather have my peace balanced with some healthy tension from time to time anyway. WHo wants to be a zombie. You cant grow without tension.

However...there are times like the last few weeks when I start to feel the hard pangs of angst, extreme frustration of life not going the way I want it to, when I want it to, winding its way inside me, slowly tying me in knots.. then, before I know it...wham - anxiety.

I went to my weekly Eucharistic Adoration hour last night. If you dont know what it is, just consider it as meditating in silence for an hour in the presence of Jesus.

I usually offer the hour for the intentions of someone who is sick or in trouble or something else, but last night I asked for me to be filled with peace. During the hour, it occured to me it wouldnt just wash over me this time, but for me to feel the tiniest bits and build on that. The same thing I "preach" about Love - nurture the little bit that is there and it will grow. I suppose the same thing would go for "truth"

I went home renewed. I am patiently watching for signs of more, feeling the drops of peace as I write...

Just some musings..

Peace and Love
Keren

Here is the Yeats poem where I got the title

THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
By William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.