Tuesdays With Oatmeal #3: You Can't Force Peace

It seems to me that, by definition, Peace is not something that can be forced. 

Today with my oatmeal I was thinking:

 

Woof!  Woof!  WOOF!  WOOF!  WOOF!!  Woof-WOOF!!!
Woof!  Woof!  WOOF!  WOOF!  WOOF!!  Woof-WOOF!!! 
Woof!  Woof!  WOOF!  WOOF!  WOOF!!  Woof-WOOF!!! 
Woof!  Woof!  WOOF!  WOOF!  WOOF!!  Woof-WOOF!!! 
Woof!  Woof!  WOOF!  WOOF!  WOOF!!  Woof-WOOF!!!
Woof!  Woof!  WOOF!  WOOF!  WOOF!!  Woof-WOOF!!! 
Woof!  Woof!  WOOF!  WOOF!  WOOF!!  Woof-WOOF!!! 
Woof!  Woof!  WOOF!  WOOF!  WOOF!!  Woof-WOOF!!!  Woof!  Woof!  WOOF!  WOOF!  WOOF!!  Woof-Woof!! WOOF!!! Woof!  Woof!  WOOF!  WOOF!  Woof!  Woof!  WOOF!  WOOF! Woof!  Woof! WOOF! Woof-WOOF!!!  WOOF!!! WOOF!!  Woof-WOOF!!! Woof!  Woof!! WOOF!!!
Woof!  Woof!  WOOF!  WOOF!  WOOF!! Woof-WOOF!!!  

 

Because SOMEBODY was upset and disgruntled that her daily routine had been upended.

Yeah.  We all have to get used to this Big-Daddy-Goes-To-Work-On-Tuesdays Thing.

I had dropped J-Boy off at school, and B-dog had come with me.  The morning air was cool and fresh, a contrast to be noted and savored with the oppressive, heavy heat that was promised for later in the day. But sitting quietly with the paper, enjoying my oatmeal and savoring a hot cup of coffee in the solitude of the house was calling my name...Peace!  

Woof!  Woof!  WOOF!  WOOF!  WOOF!! Woof-WOOF!!!  Woof!  Woof!  WOOF!  WOOF!  WOOF!!

So, while it was Peace that I wanted, my vision of it needed to change.  I gobbled the oatmeal and surrendered my cup.  Blaze and I had a lovely, PEACEFUL, morning walk.  The Peace I found looked different how I imagined it, but the feeling was the same. 

And, guess what?  I was rewarded with my original vision of Peace upon return!  Win-win!

Goin' with the Flow!