Well… to be honest, there is no art to feeling peace. I do need to mention though that there appears to be an art to everything in life. There is a grace that humans possess, that we seem to have forgotten. I bought this amazing piece of art on wood, from a local vendor. I try to buy local as much as possible; this piece, as is the case with most of the items the seller carries in their small outdoor shop. Regardless of where it came from.
I feel like peace is something that is likened to a wisp of smoke, or fog on a rainy day. It can be fleeting, but can permeate our entire being given the chance. Inviting peace is like inviting a person over for dinner, or drinks, or whatever. Peace can be a very welcome guest; friendly, endearing, fun, happy, exciting, chill, and very much full of grace.
How long we choose to keep this guest over and in our midst, is our choice. Peace isn’t complicated. It’s not even misunderstood. It’s quite simple. As I compare it to a guest, I imagine the perfect room or space it will occupy. Will it have it’s own wing of my house? Should I dare to think it would like room service? Or, that I can expect it to mingle when it wants? Does it need its own space? What will my guest – PEACE need? OR do I need it, more than it needs me?
Mother Mary, might say, ‘It’s silly to overthink it – peace will always be welcome as long as you make room for it’. I agree.
Many blessings, Sandi