Every Day is a Protest

To have peace, you can begin

by walking peacefully.

Everything depends on your steps.

(Thich Nhat Hanh)

I miss writing a weekly letter to my mother for many reasons. When I wrote to her, I walked peacefully. How much or how little I wrote were the colors of her world.

I like to think we both appreciated that world as a place where we could sit and pause, away from the reality that marked our everyday lives.

In our bubble, the unexpected played a lesser role for it was only revealed as an afterward and never in the now.  Such is the life of a bubble, brief but shiny.

I have lived in more than one bubble. And I am not alone in this. Like so many, I walked away from the everyday, seeking peace where it never is. In ignorance, I trampled on the life I have.

Yet, time has not yet run out but it grows short for all of us. Our planet is out of balance, tipping one way and then the other. The unexpected comes in daily doses.

Every day seems a protest because it is. A wake-up call to walk peacefully, to remember everything depends upon our steps.

Everything.

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