Well....as
I look forward toward my inward travel through my faith and my yoga, I
am reminded of a story that has impacted me greatly. Some of you have
heard this more than once, but I feel it's worth repeating!
There
once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the
best picture of peace. Many artists tried their luck. The king looked
at all the representations, but there were only two that fascinated
him. Ultimately, he had to choose between them.
The
first depiction was of a calm and quiet lake. The lake was a perfect
mirror of placid, pacific mountains all around it. Overhead was a
blue sky with fluffy white clouds. It seemed a perfect picture of
peace.
The
other image had mountains too, but these were rugged and bare. Above
was an enraged sky, from which rain fell and in which lightening
played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a furious, foaming
waterfall. When the king looked more closely, he saw behind the
waterfall a tiny bush, growing in a crack in the rock. In that bush a
mother bird had built her peewee nest. There, in the midst of the
rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest - in perfect peace!
Any
idea, which one turned out to be the award-winning illustration? The
king chose the second one. Why? "Because," explained the king, "peace
does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or
hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and
still be cool, calm and collected in your heart. That is the real
meaning of peace."
May you move all of your mountains, and disturb the peace by adding to it.
Namaste,
Trish
