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