I was looking for my exit, driving down the expressway. I saw the sign: Peace, and took it. I drove around, to wherever I was supposed to be going. I walked into a historical museum of some sort and asked the man at the front desk if this was the best way to learn about the town of Peace. I am just visiting. And I'd also need a good recommendation for a nice place to eat downtown. I specifically remember saying "money is no object."
Now, I can still recall this dream from last week quite vividly, right down to my arm hairs and the name on the sign.
On our walk the next morning, we passed a hacky-sack type ball that had been left on someone's driveway. I noticed it because it was in "Dora" colors and I assumed it would have a picture of Dora and Boots on it and Ivy would surely take notice but as we got closer I saw that it just had writing.
I read slowly as we strolled and each letter came into focus. It said P-E-A-C-E.
Today I link up... just write.
Kismet, yes? I love that you found peace by chance- twice.
ReplyDelete"money is no object" I always thought of it as I-have-plenty-of-money-so-spare-no-expense, but if you think about it, it really says money's not important. It's not an object. Thanks for making me think this morning.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Steph.
ReplyDeleteI want to move to Peacetown with you. Maybe we can take my Alone Shuttle. xo
ReplyDeleteSometimes your words leave me speechless with joy. Truly.
ReplyDeleteOoo! The synchronicity of that gives me goose bumps.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love the name of your blog!
Ohhhh. I love this.
ReplyDeleteYour writing always leaves me speechless.
Beautiful.
-Ellie
May peace be with you always figuratively and literally.
ReplyDeleteThis was simple, elegant, and I ate every single word up like the a la mode on my favorite peach pie.
I love. This post, these moments.
ReplyDeleteThis freaked me out a bit because I saw a ball like that at the end of someone's driveway while I was running in our neighborhood on Sunday. I did not stop to see what it had on it though. Now I wonder...
ReplyDeleteI love that the hacky sack held a message for you, but that you were sure it was something for your daughter. Because this is motherhood. We always have them in mind, and we startle when it doesn't really have much to do with them, at all.
ReplyDeleteWeirdly wonderful?
ReplyDeleteDon't you love when God sends you a "wink" like that. I just love everything about this little story. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThis post made me feel all sorts of happy and peaceful and wanting to go on a fall walk with my son and husband.
ReplyDeletehappy sigh.
This. This is what I love about your writing. Well. This and other things. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteChills :)
ReplyDeleteThis is really, really good. I also love Kate's comment up above.
ReplyDeleteIt gives me hope that it might really be that easy to find!
ReplyDeleteThis post makes me smile. And wish for peace, too. :)
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