Peacefulness. Yoga people can invoke it at will, but I kind of enjoy the surprise of a natural-onset state of peace.
The older I get and the more routine life becomes, the more generally peaceful my experience becomes.
I’ve found that in spite of a general lack of excitement and conflict in my life, I still seek out more and more peaceful surroundings.
When I was younger, the contrast between the overall manic pace and the rare peaceful times was profound so peacefulness seemed almost shocking in its intensity.
Peace has become an old friend that drops by quite regularly, whereas Calm is a member of the household.
Sometimes I question whether my quest for total peace is genuine — I spend a lot of time looking for “friction”. My next post will be an epic rant about an annoyance that is so easy to avoid and ignore. But still, I occasionally dwell on such irritations. I’ve come to the realization that when I do, I do so to arrive at a resolution to conflict I’ve imposed upon myself. Perhaps I’m adding a little agitation to make the upcoming peace that much sweeter.
And sweet it is, until another storm comes to put the peace that will inevitably follow into perspective.