Peace is first and foremost an Inner Experience, an Inner Journey. So outside events can be pretty screwy and it is still possible to create inner peace, in principle, as long as the focus is on it and not primarily on controlling outside events.
Some events, of extreme stress cannot be controlled – inside or outside. The minute you are run over by a car you cannot be ‘at peace’. But in most instances you can be at peace a lot more than you thought you could, if you practice it.
The key is to focus on controlling Inner Events first.
This I have found out through trial and error over many years. My error included one trip to the mental hospital for 6 months in 2005, so I feel I’m quite experienced in this matter:
What inner peace is and where it comes from. And where it does not come from.
Today a lot of stuff happened, as usual.
I did a free workshop on WordPress and it got off to a bad start because the microphone did not work as intended …
I felt stuck in Christmas rush hour and hated it …
I worried about whether or not I would be able to earn money enough per month when J gets a little older …
They are still looking for that guy in Berlin who drove a truck into a crowd …
So I was not at peace all the time, but I had a place of peace to fall back on, because I’ve nurtured this place for years – inside myself.
I try first and foremost to take a break and breathe and be still. Not do anything.
Then remember what I believe to be true, namely that I am more than all of this. I don’t know exactly what, but some would call it a Soul.
Then remember what I also believe, namely that life is more than just the little life here:
Despite all its cruelty and confusion in the here and now I believe and feel it is more than the here and now.
I remember that by listening to music such as Enigma and Schiller. Good stuff from Germany. And not trucks.
And I try to think beautiful thoughts, slowly, eloquently in my mind – even if I just phrase a commentary to myself about what the sunshine feels like, or find a particularly Shakespearean metaphor for feeling stuck in rush hour and loathing it.
As silly as it is, trying to transform the outer world through such filters – whatever works for you – lead to calm. To peace.
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