A few odds and ends here before today's tip. It's hard to believe that tomorrow is the "final" day on our journey with peace. I've been pondering ways to keep things moving forward as we've made so much progress these past few weeks. So please watch for more peaceful activities as we continue our peace revolution.
And just in case you haven't heard, tomorrow, December 21 will be our World-wide Knit-in for Peace Day. Knit (or crochet, quilt, etc) anytime during the day in the name of peace. Don't forget to place a pin on the map to mark your location for the World-wide Knit-in for Peace Day. There are over 1000 pins on the map thus far. Remember...if we have knitters around the globe knitting for peace then we've created "world peace." Also, there will be another give-away opportunity with yarn provided by Knitcircus. So make sure you stop by the blog tomorrow.
Peace tip #20.
I've written a little story for you. So put on the kettle and pull up a chair.
Once upon a time there was a family, a rather prominent family in the community, well-respected which was also well-deserved. The father was quite powerful as he owned most of the businesses and ran the local government (if you can call it that). The mother was one of those trendsetting moms and long before it was common for women to work outside of the house she worked as the only lawyer in their tiny village. Oddly though she didn't have much work as the people of the village were content so crime was non-existent.
They had 3 beautiful daughters, fair maidens if you will. The oldest, Eunice, the middle child, Justine and the youngest, Irene. The girls were the best of friends, each one of them special in their own way but together they exuded a presence that could not be denied. The villagers adored the three young girls and treated them with respect.
The girls would wander off into the forest each morning, rain or shine. Eunice loved to keep the forest tidy and could be found picking up kindling, sweeping leaves or even creating little resting places for the animals made of fallen pine needles. On the other hand, Justine made sure that no harm came to any of the animals or the trees for that matter. She was the protector and the forest creatures appreciated her presence as they felt safe whenever she was near. Finally, the youngest, Irene. She would dance around the forest singing sweet songs. Think of blissful images of Snow White. When not dancing she would rest by the water's edge...every where she went things were calm.
As the girls got older they decided to go their separate ways as most girls do. Each one wanted to see the world, to be independent. Knowing that their love for one another would be a constant, one that they could return to time and time again, they packed up their belongings (which were minimal but covered the necessities) and each one went in a separate direction, Eunice to the west, Justine to the East and Irene to the South.
Once the fair maidens left the village, the people were sad and distraught. In just a matter of days things began to fall apart. The streets became cluttered with garbage, unkind words spoken to one another, and the taking of each other's property began. At first it was a quiet, subtle discontent but as the days progressed it moved slowly into a dull roar and finally there were riots in the tiny village streets. The father of the 3 young maidens began to exert his power and the mother had more work than she could imagine.
What happened to this village and why?
And here is where I'll leave you to write (or think) the next chapter in the story.
Here's my doodle from yesterday... Ponderosa Pines from the Payette National Forest near McCall, ID