Stepping outside into the early morning fog, the moon peeked through a thin hole in the cloud layer and cast its warm, bright light onto my path. I was pleased by this. It felt deliberate, as if the stars had conspired to make a special day for me.
The rest of the morning was pretty typical. Fun conversations with the folks at my CrossFit box, my son nearly late for school, my daughter a little moody and my wife lying in bed awaiting her coffee were ordinary events and foretold of no fortuitous happenings. It was altogether a regular morning in my life, with exception of my moonlit driveway.
As the morning carried on, an odd sense of peace followed me as a small child wanting some attention. I turned my gaze to look upon the needy little sense of peace and realized that I was the small child and the peace was actually leading me. Standing as a sentinel, my peace guarded the soft spots in my heart from the various challengers placed in front of it by an uncertain world. This recognition was significant.
Understanding that my peace was always with me, protecting and guiding me through my confusion and frustration was quite liberating. Knowing that peace is always accessible is…well…peaceful. And this is good. We often live our lives at odds with our peace. Mudslides of doubt and sometimes avalanches of fear block the road to our peace.
Here, we miss the point. We think our peace is a destination to be arrived at and that we must travel a road to get there. This is wrong and in our search for this peace, we find everything but. We manufacture false worry. We forsake our own simple peace chasing ghosts. We construct a holographic life largely consisting of crap that doesn’t matter. We do this to ourselves.
“Some things matter and some things don’t. The difference is knowing the difference and then moving on from there.”
I stumbled across these words in an old journal of mine written many bright moons ago. I don’t know if I understood the words then as I do now, but I am happy I wrote them, even if I was drunk at the time.
A clear understanding of what matters IS what matters. And on this day with a well-lit path, what mattered to me was clear. Some clarity is nice once in a while.
In the afternoon, I drove to the hardware store for some supplies for a project I am working on. While traveling the three mile trip, I hit every green light. As further evidence that my peace was telling me something, a particularly troublesome light by the highway which has always been my nemesis stayed green an inordinately long time allowing me to pass through. It was as if it knew I was coming and was happy for me. The green light had some cosmic dialogue with my peace and let me pass without even turning gas-pedal-mashing yellow. I held magic.
Some foggy morning moon-shine and a few green lights will make a guy feel ok about things. A couple of little things going your way establish a sense of trust and faith that things will work out. They always have and they always will and, in this recognition, lives peace. This is a good thing to remember.
[EDITOR'S NOTE:"Feel Good Friday" is a regular column written by Des Moines resident Dave Markwell, who just published his first book called "A Feel Good Life" (buy it on Amazon here). Dave also extols to all neighbors: "Enjoy where we live. Put your feet on the pavement and truly feel how great it is to live here!" Also, you can "friend" Dave on Facebook here. Or work out with him at his exercise company Waterland CrossFit!]