Imagine All the People Living In Peace

For years I wanted to start a different kind of peace movement. I even sent out emails asking people to participate in what I called "Pause for Peace". Around the globe I wanted everybody, twice a day, if possible, to focus on peace, to pray for peace, or to just pause for peace. If all the energies of everybody interested in starting a peace movement were focused on that one word, I thought we stood a chance of bringing peace into the world.

And now, many years later, I found a "tweet" through twitter that brought me to THIS SITE. Yoko Ono is continuing her and her husband's crusade to spread peace throughout the world. She, together with other spiritual leaders throughout the world are promoting a "One-ness" day, a day set aside to recognize and celebrate our commonalities and our differences. She asks us to sign a petition so that we can all celebrate a Oneness Day, a day of peace.

Imagine that. Imagine Peace.

Borrowing from imaginepeace.com: "Celebrities such as Neale Donald Walsch, Marianne Williamson, Joe Vitale, Deepak Chopra, Timothy Freke and Nobel Peace laureate Archbishop Desmond Tutu, signed it.  Won’t you?"

I did.

By the way, the photo was taken from the video that is located under the words, "WAR IS OVER" and, at one place toward the end of the video, you can hear one of my favorite Christmas songs by John Lennon and Yoko Ono, Happy Christmas (War is Over).

My Heart is Flying to California

So rarely do I get to see my son (a U.S. Marine stationed near San Diego) and his family, that when I do, I get so excited at the prospect of seeing everybody that I can barely sleep. I was up practically the whole last night.

I'm too excited about the trip, I guess. I will be able to spend some time with my sister before I head north to Midway Airport, so I'm excited about that as well.

All of this comes after a much needed break, where my head is still throbbing after two weeks of providing 11-hour a day daycare with a body that is completely exhausted from hypervigilance associated with two little boys who fight for supremacy, one of whom cannot control himself from hitting everybody and everything in his path. I follow him around the house gathering all of the toys he flings around, repeating my requests to keep them in one room and admonishing him for flinging them around the babies. 

If I could contain him in one room, I would, but my attention has to be shared with four, and one time this week, five, other kids. When I tell everybody to clean up the mess made mostly by him, everybody pitches in and he jumps on the couch for a time-out, knowing in advance that he will refuse to help clean and that the ultimate consequence for that action is a time-out. He's not stupid. 

Fortunately, he accommodates me during "quiet time" but the rest of the time is so exhausting I can barely make it through the day.

So why couldn't I sleep last night? Who knows. It makes no sense. You would think that if you were exhausted, your body would recognize your need for sleep and accommodate you. Mine fights me. Gotta remember to bring the taxes I never had time to complete. Gotta pack. Gotta make sure I remember my Advil Migraine medicine. Gotta remember to pack some shoes. Don't forget to print out the online ticket for Southwest Airlines.

At one point, I thought to myself, this is ridiculous – just go write these things down. But they came to me one at a time, so I would jump out of bed, write down "taxes," go back to bed, jump up...you get the picture. I can't help but sabotage myself. Maybe the problem is that my heart is already in California and my body can't sleep without it.

So while I await 7:55 a.m. so I can print out my boarding pass, I am finishing my blog. Time to set the timer.

California, here I come!