Some people collect purses or seashells or shot glasses--I collect peace.  Glass peace signs sit in ceramic boxes, peace signs around my neck, on my clothing, my accessories.  Visions of peace fill my imagination.  I wonder what happened to all the pacifists from the 60s and 70s.  I wonder about why I don't hear more about college students peacefully protesting at their institutions of higher learning or marching  in mass on Washington.  I hear people around me fighting with their spouses, their children, their parents, their co-workers, their neighbors and wonder why a society as supposedly as evolved as ours can't learn to accept differences and co-exist.

I over-think fitness and I over-think peace.  I especially over- think peace on Sunday mornings and wish everyone in the world could wake up safely in their own homes with their loved ones.  I go out of my way to keep peace and to find it as well.  This morning I found this quote and I loved the image it created in my mind.  I hope you will enjoy it, too, and have a peaceful Sunday.

Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon.  A happiness weapon.  A beauty bomb.  And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one.  It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air.  Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas.  And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight.  Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in.  With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest.  And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.  ~Robert Fulghum