Our hearth glows this time of year and an idea hangs from the mantel. The letters cast shadows to suggest the idea is easily disrupted. There is no anagram for peace, and no substitute.
I’ve turned off the news for the rest of the year. The flow of voices from the radio and the stream of text across my screens have grown predictable. Maddening. Contrary to peace.
The headlines suggest turmoil, violence, chaos, war.
For a moment, feel peace. Just Be.
Be at peace.
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Ben East Books 
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