|Watching the Storm. Photo by Kyla|
Right now my old cat is very fussy, disturbed perhaps by the unusual snow outside the window, or by fleas who have not yet succumbed to the flea treatment that I applied just an hour ago. If treasuring peace involves remaining peaceful in my state of mind, I need to watch closely how I react to the cat's insistence on jumping to places I don't want her to be, like a shelf full of crystals or a table where a lit candle burns.
Ordinarily she doesn't do this kind of thing, so I am not practiced in fielding it. I can get adrenalized, being concerned about my treasures. Which of course include her. She is a major treasure.
And it's pretty easy to get far away from neutral quite fast, when my options for handling this are limited. I can't put her outside, for instance, not in this kind of storm, even if she were an outdoor cat which she is not.
In larger life, involving much more complex human interactions, how much harder it is to remain at peace, to remember what the treasures are, to avoid the trap of protecting one set of treasures at the expense of what may be greater ones.
So, no easy rules of thumb here, no simple answers.
So many of our fights and wars come from conflict over treasure. Not only physical treasure but the treasures of rights and of beliefs, of cultural sanctity in the face of erosion and inevitable change. Perhaps people choose some of those treasures and decide to make a stand defending them, or promoting them, and become caught up in that choice and decision, and lose sight of treasures such as peace.
Anyhow, here we are.
Here's a thought: Even in the midst of turmoil, even on a battlefield, a single moment contains peace. I doubt I could, in a battlefield, muster the focus to tune myself to that fragmented peace, that is contained in time, but I know it's there because I can imagine it. I also know it's there because in times of personal turmoil, less trying than an actual physical battle, I have managed to stop and discover that smallest note of peace.
Like a very tiny chime, a nearly invisible glisten, a second's whisper, the slightest movement of the air -- these seeds of peace are there, and miraculous to find.
The cat has found a place where she can be still, now, under a table that has a cloth nearly to the floor. No damage was done. If she sleeps a while I think she'll wake feeling better.
If I keep reminding myself to treasure peace, perhaps I also will wake feeling better.
So many humans are fleeing terribly unpeaceful lands, now, and many are drowning in the sea. If you wish to help, please consider supporting MOAS (Migrant Offshore Aid Station), a Malta-based registered foundation (VO/0939) dedicated to preventing loss of life by providing professional search-and-rescue assistance to people in distress at sea or trapped on unsafe vessels.
And may many trillion seeds of peace put forth life.