Shape shifting into a new day.  I’m in the body of a very middle aged woman who’s eyes are all puffy from allergies.  I need not share with you the rest of what that body is.  Suffice to say, it’s more than operational. (I’m laughing right now)  Really, I am.  Attitude: terrific, glimmering on ridiculously good.  

The weather outside is divine.  Love the cool sunny mornings.  I inhale peace.


Peace smells like family meals

and friends potluck dinners

With laughter in abundance  and

Care-fullness around the celebration.


Peace smells like puppy breath.

A frolic of clumsy fur and paws

playing trampoline on your chest.

Licking and nipping wildly at your ear


Peace smells like a lovers whisper.

Wrapped in sheets tumbled by

hunger’s desire and the calm

of exhaustion laid to moist skin


Peace smells like mossy silence.

A cloudless day of blue through

a path of majestic White Pine.

The soft needles  kiss your face.


Peace smells like glittering Light

A shimmering eminence aglow.

The echo of the heart’s call to Joy

that rises beyond yesterday’s lament


Peace smells like a Full Moon night

Where darkness is filled with Light

And the communion is sacred to 

the sharing in the rise and set


Peace is found everywhere when

it’s allowed in.

Peace is in everything when

when you believe it

Peace IS when you want it





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4 responses to “PEACE SMELLS LIKE………

  1. Jackie

    Love this one Jeanne


  2. thanks Jackie… I so appreciate that you come to my blog, read and share.
    xo j


  3. Barb - The Empty Nest Mom

    Peace as a smell. What a lovely thought. And what beautiful images of peace. It struck me that it’s 9-11 (significant to those of us in the States) for a non-peaceful memory. I traveled to NYC one month to the day after 9-11 (it had been planned before the attack on twin towers) with my two sons and when we went to ground zero – it was the smell, the awful, acrid, smokey smell that stayed with us the longest. Peace definitely doesn’t smell of destruction and pain.


    • It definitely does not smell of that. I find it important in my ‘journey’ to be mindful of the positive sensorial experiences I have and to call them up when moments are not feeling so good, smelling so nice, tasting of spoiled milk, or I have an ache in my heart that needs shifting. I’m so grateful for my imagination. Good smelling peace to you Barb. jeanne


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