Peace

Another Father's Day (Fathers' Day) without our dads tomorrow.

There's officially some "getting over a bereavement" period of time, but the truth is you never do. You just miss loved ones more as time goes by.

Richard and I have had a virus all week. My throat still burns so much that I've spent the day feeling like I'm breathing red hot sand, and yet we've continued slogging on.

I don't cope well with hot weather either and today was no exception. I hid inside doing housework and washing until late afternoon. And Tess is still a bit flaky and unsettled. We're wondering whether she's got the early stages of this virus too.

3 days ago, I bought 4 really cheap Iceland poppies (not the frozen food store!) from our local discount shop . Today I discovered, when it flowered, that one of them is white.

I've always wanted white poppies. Especially with the First World War centenary coming up.


Lots of things are making me think of peace today: lack of it, need for it, possibilities for it, chances for it wasted...

Lots

Sometimes I think some people's way of finding peace involves only them finding peace - leaving someone else without it... Obviously that's just their own twisted version of "one-sided, unachieved, but who gives a toss, so long as I've had the last word" peace.

My way of creating peace often involves me shutting up and therefore having no inner peace myself but ending the possibility of further battle.