The peace sign

 

The peace sign.  I've always been drawn to it.  Last year I found a wrought iron peace sign at an antique store and I knew I had to have it.  It now hangs in the hall in our entryway.  It's the perfect placement.  I want there to be peace in this house.  I want people to know it right when they walk in.  That this is a safe, peaceful place.  

My whole life I've been searching for things.  Who I want to become.  What I will do with my life.  I never had a clear profession in mind, but the one thing that was always clear to me: what I wanted my state of mind to be.  Peaceful.  Full of love.  I always knew I wanted to love and be loved, and surround myself with people who inspire me and drive me to be better.  I feel like I'm getting there, but it sure has taken a while.  Life is too short to be negative, hold onto grief, or tear others down.  I am working night and day to be sure that my kids learn that lesson.  I want MY kids to be the ones helping someone who falls on the playground.  Whether it's one of their close friends, or not.  Right now, my daughter hugs everyone as she gets off the bus.  She tells me she loves everyone in the world.  Even those she has not yet met.  I am so proud of the person she has become and hope that I had something to do with it.  

With the latest violence that has been taking place around the world, peace has been weighing heavily on my mind.  No matter what our religious or political affiliations may be, we all have families.  Friends.  Loved ones whom we want to keep safe.  I just want people to stop for a minute and think about those around them.  We all have stories of what makes us, well, us.  The one thing I do know is all we can do is love more and try harder.  So for now, I will dance a little more.  I'll play my music a little louder.  And I'll kiss my little family a million times more than I already do each day.  Please remember the peace sign.  It means so much to me.  I hope it does to you too.