We took a jaunt together up the coast to Mendocino, California, and stayed at the historic Mendocino Hotel.
On Saturday, we took our stand on the hotel balcony overlooking the cove while the tide come in.
At first, the seascape appeared stormy, but soon the sun burned away the clouds.
With the sun, came heat. Despite the sea breezes, we soon wished we had worn sun hats and cooler clothing.
Watching the sea and sky change in that hour, feeling the utter peace of near silence, save for the retort of the flag, the ravens and gulls flying overhead, and the continuous shushu of the sea, it was easy to imagine what a world of peace could be.
Here we saw no homeless huddled in bags and blankets.
We saw no stumbling drug-dazed soul; no mentally ill, screaming at lampposts and threatening imaginary characters with vile, torturous death.
What would the world be like if we found ways to care for those unable to care for themselves, ways that assured their dignity remained intact?
What might our country might be like if the flag flapping next to us represented peace and compassion, rather than blood, war and conquest?
Can we make peace amongst ourselves–peace that can spread from each of us to the others in our circle, then to those in their circle, spreading, spreading, spreading till even the hardest hearts have softened to peace?
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