Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes. – C. G. Jung

Hate begets hate. Love begets love. Said someone. It’s hard to love something you perceive as deserving of hate. It’s hard to love someone who is full of hatred. But when you see it and hear it, you can at least have a conversation. When it is covert, less so.

An old friend of mine says disarm people with kindness. Digging deep in order to be kind to those who spread hate is a conflict inside my head. I’d rather be kind to those at the receiving end of all the negativity abounding right now. Jo was a defender of justice.
Be a light giver. Be a lover of humanity. Of nature itself, she made us. One small gesture of love does wonders. It’s an energy, which collectively, envelopes the hate and reduces it. Sure, be angry, I get mad too. But let it go. Be loving more.
My first year of study on the peace course taught me this one little thing. War and all that comes with it, starts from our emotions. Our feelings, their festering. Their joining up with our thoughts. Yes, it is as simple as that. That’s where it all begins. With feelings. That is our one common ground across humanity. Emotions. We ignore them too often and try to rationalise all the time. Be in tune with your inner feelings at all times. Know thyself said the ancients. Make it so.
Know that you are as big on the inside as the universe is on the outside. There’s masses of room for love.

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Sunday mornings….

….are for BBC Radio 6, Italian coffee, local free range eggs and some reading. Later it’s off to Ilkley Literature Festival to listen to Jay Rayner. Yesterday was the York Races with champagne. Autumn is suddenly here –  the deciduous woodland is all showy in this part of Yorkshire

Coming home to the news that a peace demonstration was bombed in Ankara and that many died and were injured makes me sad.

When will we cross over.

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For Peace

I can recall the first time I was moved by a poem as a child when I found something in a book of poems at the library.

It isn’t a poem of course, it’s part of a Meditation (XVII) written by John Donne who lived some four hundred years ago.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.

Whatever it is., it speaks to me. And if someone wrote these words long ago and they still mean something, then they must be relevant to today.

So many say that world peace is impossible that man wants to fight, wants power and territory, wants religious dominance.

Nobody wants to share resources?

Nobody wants their children to grow up in a world without weapons, without fear of war?

Peace begins with words, as war does too.

And in this world of global communication, we could do so much more to work towards peace.

Are there any leaders willing to step forward and say, aye, let’s be the first.

Or do we the people, have to do it ourselves.

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Peace is an occurrence of harmony characterized by lack of violence, conflict behaviors and the freedom from fear of violence. Commonly understood as the absence of hostility and retribution, peace also suggests sincere attempts at reconciliation, the existence of healthy or newly healed interpersonal or international relationships, prosperity in matters of social or economic welfare, the establishment of equality, and a working political order that serves the true interests of all.