Peace Pole

My son says that I need to blog more often if I expect anyone to visit! OK.

Just returned from a long walk around Hawk Hill and the lower Lake loop at Bishop's Ranch. On the way I visited the Peace Pole. The recent group that was at the Ranch tied many prayers to the Peace Pole so I took strips of fabric along to re-stock the prayer box. The old prayer ribbons are faded, the new ones bright. The Pole does not seem weighed down by all those prayers. The hawks and the lizards read the breeze as easily as do the ribbons and as lightly.

I visited the Trailside Sanctuary on my walk also. Built in memory of Leanora and Jack Miller Dowling, there is an altar in the center in which people have placed feathers, acorns, small pieces of tile, handmade paper torn from journals. It is all about love - love in action. mothers in love and fathers in love and children and friends, those we know and those we have yet to know.

As I walked I took enormous comfort in an impersonal god who's nature is to gush forth life in all forms, to bathe us all in light and love and to seek out the valleys and depressions and tightnesses wherever they are and heal them. Before I die I want to hear the wind as a child hears the wind.

peace,
Linda