This is a do over.
The original writing exercise was a loud, feminist, anti-war response, labeling our leadership children, and doing absolutely nothing to further. All day it has bothered me, my initial writing, but so has this a quote I read from Mother Teresa while I was in high school.
I distinctly remember where I read it. I was in English class, the same classroom where one of the male students threatened to punch our teacher in the uterus and the teacher used the option to teach our class for two weeks about what the differences between feminisim and toxic masculitnity was before the phrase toxic masculinity existed.
This is the same teacher who came into a conservative, mormon Utah, Freshman English class the first day and wrote S. E. X. on her white board in the biggest letters and proclaimed, "We're going to talk about it."
Then I was confrotned with the same quote from Mother Teresa in my AP History course. My history teacher was old enough to be history, she had a permanent tremor that left her head at an angle and she always seemed to be saying 'no.' I'd never had a teacher that encouraged me more. On her first day in class, she came in, shaking her head, and we spent the first week of the hardest history course the highschool could offer learning how to think for ourselves. She wrote on the board, "Question everything!!!!"
Within the same week, during spring the U.S. News was very loud with talk about war. And I found a website for quotes thatcould be searched for quotes on a subject. I was writing something on war and came across this quote from Mother Teresa:
"I was once asked why I don't participate in anti-war demonstrations. I said that I will never do that, but as as soon as you have a pro-peace rally, I'll be there."
The same week I read this printed in my three-inch thick A.P. History textbook near the back in a paragraph that described anti-war rallies taking over New York at the time.
Here's the thing, Mother Teresa was right. We need pro-peace. We need to say the word peace. We need to practice this word.
Peace is not a word for fear.
Peace is not a word for hungry.
Peace is not even a word for balance.
Peace is the word that comes after terrible emotions have come and gone. It's a spring morning after rain with the grass still wet. It is a heart that has bruises but is not shattered.
I think now is the time to practice peace. I don't know how to do it, because the only person who ever tried to teach me is a catholic woman who died in 1997.
I grew up in a war with family in the airforce. I have a one year old nephew and I'd love it if he grew up knowing peace.
This post is part of a series of daily writing exercises for 2020.
Today's post comes as a reaction to the political events taking place between the President of the United States and the Iranian people.
If you would like to join me in trying daily writing exercises, share what exercise you picked and your writing (on twitter or tag me on instagram) and I will link to you from my blog. Let's write more together.