The Smell of Peace

December 6th, 2007

It’s dark green and sharp and foresty. It says, lie down here and listen to the wind in the tops of the trees, look up and fall into the stars.
Tonight I came home to find a Peace Wreath on my porch. I have to admit that I love getting presents as much as my 4-year-old granddaughter does. What happened to make me forget that about myself and others? I promise in 2008 to be a surprise gifter for no reason at all. To send out-of-the-blue cards and presents, to leave them on door steps or bring them to friends on the spur of the moment. Because opening the brown cardboard box and having the evergreen sap-rich scent surge up and out into the living room, to fold back the tissue and read the card–made me unreasonably, seasonably happy. Of course, my next reaction was: “I don’t deserve this,” followed by “How can I repay this and top this?”. And then I thought, “shut up and smell the wreath.” The mantra of this month will be that it’s more blessed to give than to receive, but I think learning to receive with love is just as important. Thank you thank you thank you.

One Response to “The Smell of Peace”

  1. Anonymous says:

    Nikki, I love being around you, and also reading your thoughts. You are such a wonderful, funny, modest, thoughtful person – don’t EVER change! your friend.