May the peace that holds us still..

We met at the park by the river, the four of us, just before one. We eagerly ate the fish and chips that one of us had bought from George’s. Sword fish, as it happened to be. Just beautiful.

I had brought a thermos of hot water and some organic black teabags. As it turned out, only three of us felt like tea and all wanted it weak so that one tea bag went a long way!

The sky had been overcast all morning and the temperature had dropped noticeably. We put on an extra layer aware that it could get quite cool by the river. But just as my friend and I were setting out, the clouds parted and sunlight streamed through with some force! I said to Helen, “It’s as if Brother Sun is supporting our efforts to go out and do this!” We both chuckled heartily.

The other two had been waiting about five minutes when we finally got there. They had been sensible and hungry enough to have started on and finished the hot lunch. The fish and chips were still warm enough for Helen and I and the hot tea warmed up any remaining cold chambers within! Certainly enough to make us mind the now rather hot and glaring sunshine! So we moved to the grass, spread our blankets out and took out our instruments.

I had my guitar while my friend who’d treated us to lunch pulled out a banjo, mandolin and guitar. And those were just the ones he’d decided to take out of his car! Ironically and rather endearingly, he does not actually know how to play them, at least not in any recognizable way! But his love for their sounds and for music generally makes them irresistible to him.

So I played a little solo and strummed a little and then we broke into spontaneous song. And then we allowed the ensuing silence to hold us together, embracing us in its all-knowing presence. It was a silence that allowed us each to privately acknowledge why we had come together this day by the water.

When I was moved to speak, I prayed thus:

May the peace that holds us still hold each and everyone who is in pain, those known to us and those yet unknown. May we each find it as we accept that every event, every instance, without exception, is perfect for all arise within the perfection of the ultimate, the divine.

Yes, we had come to support one another through this time of concern for our mutual friends. And we had come to offer the deepest and strongest support that we could for our friends and their families – through our communion and the peace that we were each able to touch in that communion.

Peace dear friend, Lucy
How shall I serve you, my Love?

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