The world we live in is so violent in thought/word and deed, and the natural world provided by the great mother (that we love and adore) is the most horrific. It stands majestic, so full of mystery yet in the heart of it, it is desperate, cold and unyielding.

 

By Debbie Lynn

I often wonder about the premise and promise of peace and how it is deluded to fit our perception.

As we search to find serenity-seeking answers, as we work building bridges, making excuses, wasting precious time, everyone knows that the things we are searching for are only found inside.

The veil of a civil existence is a beautiful cover, but it isn’t until we step into the wild that so much chaos is revealed. The quickest, the smartest, the largest, the wisest—they all compete for another sunrise and we assume our intelligence is above it all. It isn’t.

The world we live in is so violent in thought/word and deed, and the natural world provided by the great mother (that we love and adore) is the most horrific. It stands majestic, so full of mystery yet in the heart of it, it is desperate, cold and unyielding.

Instinctive and ancient contradictions haunt the darkest places of our being. Thoughts of “what if” revolve around the consciousness stirring the most unlikely scenario as an outer force laughs at our ignorance and ego.

“Still waters run deep.”

“Life is a game.”

“Catch me if you can.”

These are all bi-lines that taunt our dreams, but we can’t even catch ourselves, how is it we think we can win control over what is not controllable? Peace is always at our disposal but only if we can envision it happening with us, not to us, or somewhere else.

And trying to manipulate nature by reduction or addition sets off a chain of catastrophic events. This is the bane of our human existence—always wanting, always needing and hoping to mold life into what we think it should be, but the outcome is terminal danger, and we suffer.

History provides everything we need to know telling us the future, the light, and the way.

The signs of what will be are everywhere. The myriad complexities of an eco-system that is constantly on the run shows (if we are observant enough) exactly what the next moments will hold and they are far from peaceful.

The law of the land is fight or flight, yet in-between that law is the unspoken resolve of surrender. This is the space where peace settles into the soul of the marrow—easy, clear, and caressed by the divine. So when there is calm before the storm (and there will always be a storm) we have to say a little thank you for the undisturbed because an exit is not a grand gesture, it is life, and we must be good with that.

But in the daily grind wrapped up in all our busyness, we lose touch of purpose, light, and peace. We sink our soul into everyone else working to please, working to survive, working to work and we are tired. Peace eludes the senses and the dance called remorse fills the air. And just like the decaying leaf, self-induced pity, rabid insecurities, and the moth-eaten dreams… are all gone.

It’s a shame really, when the real world (outside our urban/suburban bubble) is fighting tooth and nail for their next meal. Is it possible to see into our state exhaustion? I guess that question is debatable and depends on our presence-of-mind.

But, if we can remember that the war we rage is only in our minds, and we are a small yet an intricate piece of the natural puzzle, maybe it can bring some resolve because internal peace is all we have.

“Look deep into nature, and you will understand everything better.”
– Albert Eienstein

The truth is: we can’t make anyone or anything else more peaceful. It’s an impossibility. By natural order, external peace will never come to fruition but our internal peace is infinite and it is there for us any time we need to dip our toes in warm water. But where do we find these waters in such turbulent times?

In the soul of the soul.

This is the underbelly of life is itself. The soul in the woods, the soul of the water, the animals the moon and the stars—we have to be able to go beyond ourselves to understand how and why this world operates the way it does. Not all of it will make sense, and most of it won’t, because the world as I said before is inherently violent. For better or worse (the natural law) holds the mysteries of buried wisdom. This wisdom is found inside only after we make soul contact with nature, and it doesn’t take much.

A drop of water, a blade of grass, the wind kissing your check… check in. Hear it, feel it, be in it and appreciate the moments of a peaceful presence.

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The truth is: we can’t make anyone or anything else more peaceful. It’s an impossibility. ~ Debbie Lynn Click To Tweet

 

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Debbie Lynn

Debbie Lynn is a Mother, Grandmother, Artist, Writer, Dancer, Yogi, Seeker of the Soul. A rock climber, rock collector, and has been known too run with scissors.

Debbie realized at a very young age that the outer reality was a far cry from her inner truth and meeting her inner wisdom head on always turned into a challenge. The wonderment, curiosity and hypocrisy of life led to exploration and a cumulative documentation (art and journaling) of what she lovingly calls “the purge”. It is her way of ridding any negative energy from the daily grind. She says, “In essence, it is a way to start fresh and cleanse the soul.” Debbie has had numerous articles published in Elephant Journal, The Edge Magazine, Sail Magazine and Cruising Outpost Now a featured writer for The Tattooed Buddha. Her daily posts can be found on Facebook-360 degrees of Inspiration (full circle)Facebook .
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