World Peace

  • Choosing Peace

    It is a beautiful fall of rain, and I am soothed. There is aching in the world. Noises I cannot escape from. Truths being loudly and violently declared. And yet here I am, a witness to it all. Choosing peace… Continue reading

  • Unity

    Unity is the magic pill. But unity does not look like shaming the broken. Hear it. It is this, my truth, I speak. Continue reading

  • For Now

    In a world of fire, I am the stream. Peace. My heart wants nothing more, my soul wants nothing less. I am tired. So tired of the saddest story: well meaning fighters, fighting for good, creating the worst kind of… Continue reading

  • Until They Remembered

    Sun fell upon the rocky shore, gazing at the children that played by the rock pools. Some of the children splashed. Some worked quietly together, laying stone upon stone until they’d made a grand and sparkling tower. Other children jumped… Continue reading

  • Until The Garden Grows

    Your truth is true because you believe it. And you must believe it until you no longer do. There is no quick way to birth a rose. A rose must slowly awaken to beautiful wide-open life. Wide-open-life. It is a… Continue reading

  • Soft, Quiet, Beautiful

    Can we become the peace that glistens on the ledge of our differences? Or will it be war swept under the carpet for yet another age of humanity? I see your needs. Do you see mine? Can we surrender to… Continue reading

  • I Believe

    There will be world peace when we humans remove the words ‘I believe’ from our vocabulary, I believe. Continue reading

  • Peace

    I’m so exhausted. And all I want for the rest of my days is peace. I recorded this as a story for Instagram, but I thought I’d share it with you guys. Because, heaven knows, the world needs a good… Continue reading

  • The Sun

    She shines quietly for peace as the rain falls all around. She watches the storms rage and knows her role is still to be as she was born to be. The sun. Always the sun, no matter the dark clouds;… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 30. War

    Dear sweet love, give me a word. Whisper me back when I drift into the clouds above the sorrow. For the days are long, and the world is at war without seeing or knowing it. But I see. I know.… Continue reading