The Peace That is Always There
July 12, 2012 § 10 Comments
I am heading back from a trail run. It’s a gray and cold fall day. As I cross a bridge, I can see my destination in the distance and the wind picks up, dead on and strong, lashing my face and making it feel as though I’m running through mush. My legs are tired. It’s getting late.
Someone I love is in pain. I want to make it go away. I can’t. I can only be with her and try to stay present, letting her pain wash over me.
Often the world sets a stage upon which it is easy to stay strong and centered. A deserted beach in the early morning as the first colors of the sunrise paint the horizon. All around is calm and beauty.
Much more often it seems the world around us is frantic and fretful. A thousand things to do. A thousand reasons to crank up the anxiety machine. Pain and loss, wherever we turn.
When the wind turns around into our face, when we are confronted with pain that we can only accept, those are our testing moments. Testing all that we believe. Challenging our capacity to stay strong and centered. Pushing us to the brink.
Standing on that beach as the sun rises, I just feel the peace. In the presence of pain and loss, I must find and hold the peace. Each moment though, whether amidst calm or storm, is precious.
The peace is there always. We need only the strength to receive it.