Where do I find peace and how do I know it when I feel it?
My first place to find it would be when I am out on a run. Just me, my iPod and the road. It's a time to zone out and practice the simple art of putting one foot in front of the other, which is a beautiful thing. The shuffling of my feet, the feeling of my body moving (even though I'm turtle-esque), listening to my breathing (gasping?), remembering my body can do more than I think, feeling grateful that I can run, taking time to notice nature surrounding me and chatting with God for a while or cranking up the tunes to keep myself going for one more mile all bring me a strange form of peace.
However, I have not been running like I should lately. (Okay, in all honesty, for quite a while.) As I typed this it dawned on me how much I have missed this sweaty form of peace. I must lace up my running shoes and go in search of it again.
Another way I find peace is within the pages of a book. Usually in the morning when I crawl back in bed with a cup of coffee to read for a while (instead *cough* of running) or at night when I read for a while to decompress my brain before sleep. Last night, as my sweet daughter curled up beside me, all freshly bathed and pajama-ed so I could read a couple of chapters of Ramona Quimby, Age 8 out loud, a warm wave of peace washed over me. Everything else melted away and it was just the two of us caught up in Ramona's adventures for a while.
Part of Gwen Bell's totally awesome Best of '09 Blog Challenge. C'mon, it's not too late to jump in!