The 17th leg of the virtual Camino
I’m rethinking peace today. It is a very grown-up thing to desire, isn’t it? I mean, once you get beyond the “wishing for world peace” trope.
But I am not longing for peace and quiet. Not for peace as an absence of stimulation. Not peace as restraint.
But peace as something else.
Something rowdy and joyful.
Maybe peace is the sturdy framework for creative disorder?
I think of the fortunate children who are “at peace with themselves” – noisy as hell, but secure and daring.
I want that peace: that tether, or trust – the emotional security – that allows children to explore the top of the jungle gym, the scary cupboard in the garage, and the range of inhuman sounds their vocal cords can mimic.
I want a peace that is not still, not restless, but curious.
How about peace as freedom from expectations?
Peace as freedom from judgment…
Or at least from the fear of judgement. That one is up to me.