International Day of Peace
Since its inception, Peace Day has marked our personal and planetary progress toward peace. It has grown to include millions of people in all parts of the world, and each year events are organized to commemorate and celebrate this day. Events range in scale from private gatherings to public concerts and forums where hundreds of thousands of people participate.
Anyone, anywhere can celebrate Peace Day. It can be as simple as lighting a candle at noon, or just sitting in silent meditation. Or it can involve getting your co-workers, organization, community or government engaged in a large event. The impact of millions of people in all parts of the world coming together for one day of peace is immense.
International Day of Peace is also a Day of Ceasefire – personal or political. This is an opportunity to make peace in your own relationships as well as impact the larger conflicts of our time.
Another post from the Dept. of Post-Collapse Studies.
The icicle doesn’t fall far from the eave.*
Click on the photo below to read the beautiful accompanying blog post.
* If you missed it last year, please visit my post about my love of building snow houses as a child.
You did not come into this world. You came out of it, like a wave from the ocean. You are not a stranger here. – Alan Watts
A tip of the hat to GreenSpirit for bringing this quote to my attention in its newsletter. Alan Watts introduced me to meditation practice when I was a teen in the 1960’s. In one form or another, I’ve practiced it ever since.
Ten of us gathered on a frigid night, 9º F, with a wind chill many degrees below zero.
Clouds were racing across the sky, hiding and then revealing the big, silver moon.
Full Moon Snow Labyrinth
We were bundled up, thus able to take the time we needed for this snow labyrinth experience. Candles in lanterns made of ice cast a warm glow across the snow, as we followed the winding path.
Labyrinth Ice Lanterns
At the center, we each paused to look at the moon and reflect on the journey.
At the Center of the Labyrinth
Right after we left the labyrinth, a coyote howled in the woods nearby.
That set us to howling, too!
Tonight, it is simple.
The room is quiet. I turn out the light. On the table is a beeswax votive candle in a small red glass candle holder. I light a match, which flares and crackles; I touch it to the wick.
Sitting on the floor with the candle on a table at eye level, I gaze steadily at the flame. The room has no drafts, so the flame is still. I gaze, and when the time feels right, I close my eyes. The flame remains, glowing on the inside of my eyelids.
I watch this inner flame. Thoughts arise; I simply notice them, and return my attention to the inner flame. When the inner image has finally faded, I open my eyes, blow out the candle, and relaxed, climb into bed. Tonight, it is simple.