It does take practice, as our inner conflict, human/spirit seems to bump every other moment.  But they are polarities that we play with here on this precious planet.  One minute aware of the cosmos and the Divine presence.  The next minute cussing at traffic.  It’s just our way.  Angels don’t get the rush of a good string of cusses!

Practicing peace to me is remember to pause as much as possible.  Allowing curiosity to tickle the moment when triggers are flaring up everywhere.  Or tears burst out of me like a busting pipe.  Or the stillness of my apartment taunts me with loneliness.

Practice doesn’t really mean perfect, as a human.  But then again we are here to remember that “perfect” means being an imperfect bouncing leaf on a perfectly gurgling, rushing, calm, waterfall-filled river of each day.