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ONE MINUTE OF WORLD PEACE – JOIN IN – OCTOBER 11

Toward World PeaceOne Minute of World Peace is back for a third year.

What is it? Orchestrated by Tara Leduc from Delta, British Columbia,  Canada, it is one minute, synchronized across all the world’s time zones, where people do something that means peace to them.

It’s simple and easy to do yet powerful too.

Please join in. Here’s how:

Mark your calendar for Saturday, October 11. Enter it into your phone too.

According to Tara:

Next, scratch your head, and decide how YOU can be peace for 1 minute.
Do anything that means peace to you:
* Do a random act of kindness
* Tell your family how much you love them
* Meditate
* Sing a song
* Help someone across the street
* Volunteer your time
* Do yoga
* Hug (or cuddle or…you know) your lover
* Spend a minute Imagining a World with Peace.

Invite others, too. “I mean, everyone,” says Tara. “Let’s make this go huge! I mean, who wouldn’t want to feel peace? Who wouldn’t you want to share peace with? Can you imagine how great it’ll feel when 100,000+ people around the world feel peace all at once? It gives me shivers. It blows my heart wide open.”

Me too, Tara. So, I’m in.

This reminds me of Hands Across America, something that my family and I did on May 25, 1986. On that day an estimated 6.5 million people joined in and literally held hands across America.

By the way, this One Minute of World Peace is different than One Minute For Peace, which is my own initiative of taking one minute for peace each day at 1:11.

Did Hands Across America matter? Does it change anything? Do these peace actions matter? What do you think? I think they do. I know that when I do things like this, I am moved a little bit closer to glimpsing that we are, indeed, all connected. I am moved toward greater peace, love, joy, and hope in my daily life. And I have faith that we are all touched and affected, for the good.

 

APPROACH EACH DAY LIKE A TREASURE HUNT

“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.” – Agatha Christie


treasure trail start

 

When our grandchildren, Alexis and Anthony, come to visit, my husband and I often lay out though the house a paper strip trail for them to follow.

 

Around tables and over beds, the trail leads them in and out of rooms in search of “X marks the spot.” There, under the X, they will find some little treat or trinket.

 

While they delight in whatever they find under the X, and say “thank you” very nicely, it seems to me that the peak of their joy is at the start of the hunt, just seeing a portion of the trail X marks the spotahead, along with the process of discovering the course of the path.

 

This seems like a metaphor for living each day. We don’t know where the day will lead us, what obstacles we may face, what twists and turns there may be for us. Still, this day, every day, is an adventure in living. It holds a gift. It is a grand thing just to be alive!

 

Wishing you sweet discoveries every day, with love.

THINKING OF YOU: CARING AS A FORM OF PRAYER

 

birthday flowers

“If, instead of a gem or even a flower,
we should cast a gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend,
that would be giving as the angels give.” – George Macdonald

 

 

Coming across this quote today stirred in me a memory of a study on prayer that I heard about many years ago.

 

 

In 1969 in Salem, Oregon, an organization known as Spindrift conducted a series of experiments involving seeds and prayer. First, two groups of rye seeds were planted in identical conditions. One group was prayed for and one was not. The prayed-for group grew better, with taller seedlings and more shoots. In further experiments, the researchers applied prayer to “seeds in crisis.” Salt was added to the watering can to stress the seeds as they tried to grow. The seeds that were watered with salt water and were prayed for grew higher then the healthy seeds that were not prayed for. They also grew taller than the prayed for seeds that received fresh water. The experiments were repeated with various types of seeds, and the results were consistent: Seedlings facing adversity and receiving prayer thrived.

 

Since I first heard about The Spindrift Study, I’ve often thought about how we are like those little seedlings with salt water poured upon them. In some form, we all have adversity rained upon us. We can grow greater Continue reading

FAITH IS TAKING THE FIRST STEP

“Faith is taking the first step even when you can’t see the whole staircase.” – Martin Luther King, Jr. 

 

Think of the dreams and courageous actions taken by Martin Luther King, Jr. Consider how he stepped forward with faith, toward advancing human dignity, toward building peace, toward cultivating reverence among us, believing in things unseen. 

 

Let an image of a staircase be a touchstone for you.
Make it a grand one, for your highest dreams…
for the world and your part in it.

  

May we each further peace.
May our steps be blessed.

CONSIDER USING MUSTARD SEEDS IN THIS WAY

 

Mustard SeedsEven if you never make pickles or mustard or potato salad or any recipe that calls for mustard seeds, you might want to keep a jar of them in your pantry.

 

Why? Well, let me tell you why I do.

 

Despite many wondrous life experiences which have cemented my trust in God and in the goodness of life, there are times when something shakes me to my core, and I feel deeply confused, stressed and depressed. Even if I don’t question the presence and power of God and the goodness of life, I question me.  And I hurt.

 

First, I just let it be: the pain of this common human suffering.

 

Then, I consider my collection of inspirational touchstones. Some quote, affirmation, image, metaphor, or story is likely to emerge in front of all the others and call for my attention. No matter which touchstone that is, as I “hold” it in my mind and heart, I feel enriched and uplifted, at least a little.

 

Next, I go to my spice rack and find a particular jar. I open it. Onto my opened palm I drop one tiny seed… a mustard seed. I hold that seed and recognize that, however small it may seem at the time, I do have faith.

 

Sometimes I do this even when I’m feeling full of hope and joy. Many mornings, with a mustard seed in hand, I set an intention to act with faith during the day ahead. Sometimes I bite into the seed, intending to truly taste the power of faith. On one occasion I sprinkled some seeds onto a custard cup of soil, watered those seeds, and watched them grow.

I haven’t yet used mustard seeds in food preparation. One of these days I just might cook with them. In the meantime, I keep a fresh jar of mustard seeds just for this purpose… to remind me: “I do have this gift of faith in me. Always. No matter what. We all do.  And with it we can move mountains.”

 

ANGELS IN OUR LIVES

Young HawkHave you ever had one of those experiences when you feel that an angel is truly present in your life?

 

My daughter, Krista, had one recently.

 

After rushing around, getting her twin toddlers bathed, fed, and dressed and getting herself ready for an early morning meeting, she got the children in their car seats and prepared to drive off.

 

But, when she opened the garage door, she saw a hawk standing on the other side, right behind the rear bumper.

 

Needless to say, she was surprised and startled. One would think that the bird would be startled too–by the garage door opening, a human being approaching, or the car inching closer.

 

Not this bird. Despite all attempts to make the bird move, he (or she) maintained eye contact with my daughter while holding its wings outstretched.

 

According to Krista, the huge bird seemed to be saying, “Slow down” or Don’t go.”

 

For a full fifteen minutes, the bird blocked the way. When my daughter tried to maneuver the car around the right side of the bird, the bird walked to the right. When she tried to get around on the left, the bird walked left.

 

After just enough time for my daughter to say (to herself) “Okay. I give up. I’m not going downtown to that meeting,” the bird pulled in its wings and walked to the side out the driveway, out of the way.

 

Was it a message to slow down? Was it an intervention, protecting my daughter and grandchildren from an accident?

 

Sometimes we get to see the specifics of the Divine at work in our lives. But usually we don’t.  And that’s okay.  We don’t need to know, do we? It’s enough to have faith that Love knows us and is always near.

 

And, yet, isn’t it nice to share stories that remind us?

 

If you’d like to share such a story, please do!