For just a moment, imagine that it’s early morning of an ordinary day. Maybe the sun is shining, or maybe the sky is cloudy. Let’s say it is fairly warm outside, with perhaps a light breeze. On this imaginary morning, you have arisen from sleep in a bedroom of a relative’s home, because you have sold your own house. You have also sold or given away all of your possessions except for what you are wearing–tennis shoes, blue trousers, and a dark blue tunic–and what you are carrying in the pockets of your tunic: a pen, a toothbrush, a map, and a comb. Oh, and you are also carrying three petitions: one for peace in a certain troubled part of the world, one for the establishment of a national Peace Department, and a third for increasing world prosperity by decreasing armaments.
You open the front door.
You take your first step outside.
You are 45 years old, the year is 1953, you are a woman. You are divorced, you have no children. Many of your family and friends have turned their backs on you because of what you are about to do: You are going to “walk for peace.” There is war in Korea, it is the McCarthy era, nobody has heard of Betty Friedan. Prior to this mission of yours, you were already quite a walker, having been the first woman ever to walk the entire Appalachian Trail by yourself in one trip. You have been preparing for this moment for fifteen years, or perhaps for your whole life. You carry no money on you, not a penny. You have no credit cards, no bank account, no source of income. (When you begin to get speaking engagements, you will never accept payment for them.) You have vowed never to ask for food or lodging, but only to accept whatever may be offered to you. By the time of your death 28 years later, you will have walked so far for peace that you will have stopped counting the miles when you reached 25,000. You will be jailed for vagrancy. You will be investigated by the FBI. But you will never be ill, you will never go more than four meals without being offered food. You will sleep by the side of roads when you have to, but more often you will rest in the homes of strangers who approach you because they are curious about, or because they are drawn to, the words on your tunic. On the front, it says your new name: Peace Pilgrim. On the back it says your goal: WALKING COAST TO COAST FOR PEACE, and later; 25,000 MILES ON FOOT FOR PEACE.
On this imaginary day, take your second step, put a smile on your face, and then keep walking. This is now your life.
And now,here is Peace Pilgrim, in her own words, in the first section of the pamphlet we will be dissecting this week and next.
Series Introduction: LINK:
TODAY: What does it feel like to be at peace?
TUESDAY: The message is old; it’s the practice of it that’s new.
WEDNESDAY: The Four Preparations
THURSDAY: Preparations, continued
FRIDAY: The Four Purifications
SECOND WEEK: The Four RelinquishmentsOur goal is to observe how one peaceful person did it, in the hope of strengthening in ourselves the inner peace and conviction from which meaningful action in the world arises.
And speaking of action, here’s a link to BostonJoe’s current diary. LINK:: Picket for Peace.
Steps Toward Inner Peace
(In Peace Pilgrim’s own words. Reprinted with permission.)
In my early life I made two very important discoveries. In the first place I discovered that making money was easy. And in the second place I discovered that making money and spending it foolishly was completely meaningless. I knew that this was not what I was here for, but at that time (this was many years ago), I didn’t know exactly what I was here for. It was out of a very deep seeking for a meaningful way of life, and after having walked all one night through the woods, that I came to what I now know to be a very important psychological hump. I felt a complete willingness, without any reservations, to give my life, to dedicate my life to service. I tell you, it’s a point of no return. After that, you can never go back to completely self-centered living.
And so I went into the second phase of my life. I began to live to give what I could, instead of to get what I could, and I entered a new and wonderful world. My life began to become meaningful. I attained the great blessing of good health; I haven’t had a cold or headache since. (Most illness is psychologically induced.) From that time on, I have known that my life-work would be work for peace; that it would cover the whole peace picture-peace among nations, peace among groups, peace among individuals, and the very, very important inner peace. However, there’s a great deal of difference between being willing to give your life, and actually giving your life, and for me, 15 years of preparation and of inner seeking lay between.
During this time I became acquainted with what the psychologists refer to as Ego and Conscience. I began to realize that it’s as though we have two selves or two natures or two wills with two different viewpoints. Because the viewpoints were so different, I felt a struggle in my life at this period between the two selves with the two veiwpoints. So there were hills and valleys-lots of hills and valleys. Then in the midst of the struggle there came a wonderful mountain-top experience, and for the first time I knew what inner peace was like. I felt a oneness-oneness with all my fellow human beings, oneness with all of creation. I have never felt really separate since. I could return again and again to this wonderful mountaintop, and then I could stay there for longer and longer periods of time, and just slip out occasionally. Then came a wonderful morning when I woke up and knew that I would never have to descend again into the valley. I knew that for me the struggle was over, that finally I had succeeded in giving my life, or finding inner peace. Again this is a point of no return. You can never go back into the struggle. The struggle is over now because you will do the right thing, and you don’t need to be pushed into it.
However, progress is not over. Great progress has taken place in this third phase of my life, but it’s as though the central figure of the jigsaw puzzle of your life is complete and clear and unchanging, and around the edges other pieces keep fitting in. There is always a growing edge, but the progress is harmonious. There is a feeling of always being surrounded by all of the good things, like love and peace and joy. It seems like a protective surrounding, and there is an unshakeableness within which takes you through any situation you may need to face.
The world may look at you and believe that you are facing great problems, but always there are the inner resources to easily overcome these problems. Nothing seems difficult. There is a calmness and a serenity and unhurriedness-no more striving or straining about anything. Life is full and life is good, but life is nevermore overcrowded. That’s a very important thing I’ve learned: If you life is in harmony with your part in the Life Pattern, and if you are obedient to the laws which govern this universe, then your life is full, and good but not overcrowded. If it is over-crowded, you are doing more than is right for you to do, more than is your job to do in the total scheme of things.
Now there is a living to give instead of to get. As you concentrate on giving, you discover that just as you cannot receive without giving, so neither can you give without receiving-even the most wonderful things like health and happiness and inner peace. There is a feeling of endless energy -it just never runs out; it seems to be as endless as air. You just seem to be plugged into the source of universal energy.
You are now in control of your life. You see, the ego is never in control. The ego is controlled by wishes for comfort and convenience on the part of the body, by demands of the mind, and by outbursts of emotions. But the higher nature controls the body and the mind and the emotions. I can say to my body, “Lie down there on that cement floor and go to sleep,” and it obeys. I can say to my mind, “Shut out everything else and concentrate on this job before you,” and it’s obedient. I can say to my emotions, “Be still, even in the face of this terrible situation,” and they are still. It’s a different way of living. The philosopher Thoreau wrote: If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps he hears a different drummer. And now you are following a different drummer-the higher nature instead of the lower.
To be continued tomorrow.
What courage she had to give everything up. If I only had an ounce of that courage.
“Whay lies before us and what lies behind us are small matters compared to what lies within us.
And when we bring what is within out into the world, miracles happen”.
Henry David Thoreau
Peace
I think she had the courage that comes from deep compassion. There were a couple of times on the road when she had to face down violent men. One time, she took a troubled teenage boy out for a walk, hoping to calm him, and he attacked her and started beating her. She didn’t defend herself, but kept gazing at him with deep deep compassion, until he stopped and became remorseful. It changed his life, according to her telling of the story. Another time, she stepped in between a furious man and an 8-year-old girl he was going to beat. Again, she looked at him with what she felt, which was not fear but compassion, because, as she said, how terrible must it be to be a person like that? He raised his fist to hit her–and held it there while he stared back. And then, finally, he lowered his arm and turned and walked away.
Whew.
Beautiful, Kansas. As one who is constantly restless; constantly feeling that there must be more, this serene, selfless and simple existence appeals to me. Though most of us would never give up everything to lead this kind of life, there are certain lessons we can take from her experience.
That’s what I feel, too, SN. Although there have been many times when I have fantacized what it might be like to do as she did, I know that’s not my path, but finding an inner peace that helps me step confidently into action is part of my path. In that, I can learn from people like her who have done it.
She always told people that she understood that they might have different levels of need than she. They might, for instance, be in what she called “the family pattern,” in which case they’d have to provide a home, etc. The core lesson she tried to teach in this regard was to encourage us to try to match our needs with our wants,for our own sake so we aren’t owned by the things we own, and for the world’s sake so we don’t make others suffer for our gluttony. She liked to say, “Nobody can give me anything I don’t need.”
And btw, people who knew her well say that she was always restless, too. I guess she found a way to solve that!
Simply waking up as an American today means that somewhere, someone in this world has been awake for hours and is struggling under harsh conditions to feed my gluttony. This is our greatest challenge in this country. I don’t believe it’s possible to reconcile this condition and keep this country as it is.
Simply waking up as an American today means that somewhere, someone in this world has been awake for hours and is struggling under harsh conditions to feed my gluttony.
You said that perfectly. I’m listening to a tape of our next Book Club selection, Lies My Teachers Told Me, and one of the main points I’m getting is that American history is told, sometimes purposely and sometimes in ignorance, in a way that hides the suffering. We are encouraged to grow up blind to the horrific consequences of our lifestyles on other countries and people. We exist in a vaccuum, in that way, that few other countries do.
Peace Pilgrim brings to mind the Buddhist idea of the Bodhisattva, the person who is this close to being fully enlightened and who could vanish into bliss, but who chooses to remain on earth until all sentient creatures are relieved of their suffering. She used to say, “How can I be happy if other people are suffering?” Of course, she actually was a happy person, but we know what she meant by that.
and in this way, knowing as we do that there is great suffering all over the world for our material needs how can there ever be true happiness? Maybe the restlessness Peace Pilgrim had was that last bit of unfound happiness denied. For me it will never be simply restlessness. It will be outrage and yet, here I am, fully American with my house, my car, my insatiable needs. What a conundrum.
Maybe the restlessness Peace Pilgrim had was that last bit of unfound happiness denied.
Interesting. That could very well be.
I don’t know this for sure, but I’m guessing that the powerful energy contained in outrage can transform into 100% compassion, without losing so much as one erg of motivation, action, etc. Which probably makes it less hard on the “container.” Outrage can kill the person feeling it, while the same degree of compassion probably makes us healthier. Or so I’d think. My own experience suggests it’s true of me, at least.
This is a really interesting idea. I wonder if behaviour modification techniques like guided imagry could be used for this purpose?
The imagery that I carry around is not real pretty sometimes as far as the outrage meter goes. If I could manage to change that into less outrage and towards something less….let’s say… violent, then I’d be willing to try. But seriously. From my perspective I see meeting outrageous acts with equal outrage as the only way to make a bad person, thing, condition, or government go away.
You will manage. And sooner than you think.
You might be right.
I’m not saying that my thoughts on this are truly violent. Sometimes I struggle to articulate my thoughts and have trouble finding the right words.
I’m just having a lot of trouble envisioning this persons path as a way to make real change. I know hers is just one way to peace and everyone will find their own way but when I imagine the impact a million Peace Pilgrims walking around the country would make vs. the impact of a million people on the steps of the W.H., I’ll go with the latter every time if I’m looking to make a difference. Her story is more about herself and less about change for many. I want change for many. Now.
Nurturing, growing and maintaining inner peace has many different “looks.” There are as many ways to use that and manifest change as there are individuals who claim the attribute of inner peace.
I think the story is to show us how this ONE woman accomplished it, used it and how it changed her life. Not that all of us or maybe even any of us would take off walking for peace. Peace or any other quality we wish to embody is a state of mind. When we learn how, however we learn it, to manifest that peace within, we then have a wonderful opportunity to manifest it in the world around us.
If we can manifest it within our personal relationships with each other, it will literally change the world, whether we stand on the steps of the whitehouse, the UN, or the steps of our neighbors front porch.
I am sure you already understand and know this. Just wanting to throw my 2 cents in. . .[Big Smiles]
My 2cents, too.
Now we’ve got 4.
🙂
WhoooooHaaaaw! Then we are truly wealthy!!
This may sound counterintuitive, but I find that as is so often the case with spirituality, discontent, a recognition that the status quo always benefits from more compassion and brotherhood, is a vital component to such spiritual awareness. And with the idea of peace, I have a sense the same sort of discontent, the same sort of appetite for service, is likewise indispensible to the experience “peace” as a living part of ourexistence.
It occurs to me…as it does more often these days ;o), that DTF has an answer for this beginning with the repatriation of our gunmen.
I think I may have missed one of his diaries. Can you say a bit more about what Ductape said? Or maybe he’ll drop by and say it, himself.
I was sending out a virtual wink to her/him. DT has often said that we need to repatriate our gunmen around the world. Not just in Iraq, Afghanistan and so on. Our global economic domination and gluttony for it’s resources are a form of violence against it’s citizens. You can just as easily kill a child with hunger as with a “smart” bomb. It’s just a matter of suffering. This is what causes me such outrage.
Ah. Yes. Thanks, super.
Someday the world needs a Little Red Book of DTF’s Wit & Wisdom. Except, it wouldn’t be so little.
I have ever received. Thank you!
I will not be fit to live with for the rest of the day!
Repatriate all the gunmen, operatives, and various other population reduction specialists regardless of nomenclature.
I have said it today, twice, in different words, in the Iran thread.
Somebody here has a great sig, I think it is here, and I think it is “Peace begins with me”
I don’t believe happiness and peace are mutually inclusive. Very often peace is unattainable for us if we are insistent that it be accompanied by happiness.
Not letting our unhappiness, our outrage, throw us off the rails into a self-destructive whirlwind, this is one area of life where the dynamics of peace can be useful.
Mind you, I’m not particularly well accomplished in this art ofpeace either. My outrage frequently get’s the upper hand and lures me toward either further frustration or outright emotional paralysis.
Weird. Sychronus events.
I’ve been thinking about this diary since you previewed it last week. Or was that only the weekend. I’m a skeptic about spiritual junk. Just to be honest. And this sounded like some kind of spiritual junk to me at first.
But I’ve been thinking about it since you wrote that first piece. I’ve been thinking about my own inner anger. And it started to make sense to me that to work for peace, I had to be at peace.
So I’ve been anticipating your diary. Wanting to approach it with an open mind. And I’ve been growing for the better part of a half-year now. Without this diary. Learning what it means to give (I’ve got a long way to go). Learning what it means for a life to be interconnected. Working for peace. Writing about justice. Trying to raise a family. Trying to let go of the ego that is involved with these projects. Talking with other activists. Burning out. Re-charging.
And reading this is just creepy. Gives me honest to FSM gooseflesh, as I type. Makes me want to walk out the door and start walking. But that’s not right. But I swear that is a calling. Liket he fucking wolf in London’s call of the wild.
(And then the skeptic in me says this, “If someone tried this malarkey in 2006, they would starve to death within a month, because we live in a world that is callous to strangers and those who march to different drummers.”)
I dunno. I’m just reading a series of articles on the Internet. I don’t need to do anything.
But good stuff Kansas.
Thanks for saying this, all of it.
I should be more honest here. As I read your comments, what I felt was such love for you! I thought about saying that, but didn’t for fear of mushing-you-out. But the truth is I am knocked out by what you said, BJoe, about how you’re struggling with that incredibly tricky balance between taking action for peace NOW while still attempting to mature in your own inner self. But nothing is stopping you, and you are honest enough to question yourself–even while you’re organizing for pickets for peace! I’d send you hugs, but, sheesh, kansas, show some mercy!
Well Kansas…I’ll hug him for you the next time I see him whether he likes it or not ;o)
I’m sorta fond of him myself.
Lol! We’ll manage to embarrass him yet.
You’ve got me all weirded out now. Hugs for the stand-offish white dude with anger-issues. Ugh.
But really. This is cool. Life has such a strange way of wrapping all around itself, leading you to strange meeting. Even if it is pulled from a meaningless abyss, like I think it might be.
Standoffish? Nice try but that won’t fly here. Besides there’s photographic evidence of a perpetual smile.
Tell you what. I’ll just shake your hand. You keep smiling and keep fighting.
Huggy People 🙂
I’ll hug BOTH of you, damnit!
I’m with BostonJoe to a great extent as regarding the fact that I don’t consider myself spiritual in any way. But I have been greatly looking forward to this diary series because being personally spiritual or not learning anything new and especially concerning inner peace that will hopefully ripple outward and is a goal to cultivate and nurture.
And only by questioning oneself throughout our lives and being open to new ideas are we able to learn and grow.
By the way as for those hugs being thrown around, I say that we make Boston the recipient of what should now be called ‘Peace Hugs’. So consider this your first official virtual ‘Peace Hug’ Boston. After the virtual hugs we can move on up to more touchy/feely ones ok.
I don’t consider myself spiritual in any way
I’ve found that it makes a difference to consider the difference between “spiritual” and “religious.” One, for me, is personal and intuitive. The other involves rules and real estate.
Agree and being ‘religious’ in many cases has absolutely nothing to do with being spiritual. I also think everyones idea of spiritual may be a bit different. If you can be awed by the beauty in nature then you could consider me spiritual for instance. I also think that you could be an atheist and be spiritual-that’s not mutually exclusive I don’t think.
The whole religious v. spiritual thing. I am definitely not religious.
I’ve even been growing less spiritual. As I age. But this diary makes me think. And I’ve been laying in bed, thinking of quantum physics and string theory. Things I don’t understand well. Can’t do the math. But things that seem to be very real and very mysterious just the same. And that makes me feel spiritual. If there is such a thing for me.
I consider myself one of the least spiritual people around but Sally Cat insists that my feelings about nature make me a spiritual person. I took this to mean that spirituality could be defined as feeling a connection to some ‘thing’ that one finds larger, more important, and greater than the sum of the immediate world. I don’t know if this definition works for you but using it, a deep interest in theoretical physics could certainly be considered spiritual.
Feeling connected to nature, the sea, the elements are as spiritual as anything can be for me. But that’s just me. It’s got to be different for us all.
A remarkable person.
Two connected pieces really stand out to me:
“Nothing seems difficult. There is a calmness and a serenity and unhurriedness-no more striving or straining about anything. Life is full and life is good, but life is nevermore overcrowded.” And, “There is a feeling of endless energy -it just never runs out; it seems to be as endless as air. You just seem to be plugged into the source of universal energy.”
The complete opposite of “burned out.”
I wonder about “forced” or “guilt” giving – “giving” because we believe we should rather than because we want to.
For me anger/fear just cause me to clench and close in. At the moment I am so worried about the Alito hearings that I am having trouble focusing on anything.
I am reluctant to leave my house and come into contact with people cause I don’t know if I can even give a smile!
And there was this:
“I knew that for me the struggle was over, that finally I had succeeded in giving my life, or finding inner peace. Again this is a point of no return. You can never go back into the struggle. The struggle is over now because you will do the right thing, and you don’t need to be pushed into it.”
And I experience awe and envy!
Thanks again for offering this to us.
Sometimes I wonder if you have to have a “mountaintop” experience to reach the kind of peace she had, cause if we do, then, sigh. I’ve had a revelatory experience that changed me, but nothing that put me permanently in such a place as she describes.
I’m envious (peaceful? not!) of those same things you highlighted. The idea of the struggle being over, even while you “work” harder than ever; the idea of endless energy. Oh, man. Gimme. That’s a great point you make, about how that’s the opposite of “burned out.”
And you’re really welcome. I’m doing this for me, you know. 🙂
This is such a good piece to be mulling over.
Here I am worrying about the Alito hearings which I might describe as, “I am beside myself.”
And there is Peace Pilgrim: “I felt a oneness-oneness with all my fellow human beings, oneness with all of creation.”
“I am beside myself.”
Somebody, wish I could remember who, wrote that that exact thought woke him up. He suddenly got, really got, that there were two of him, the “real” him, if you will, a self who was fine, and the illusory false one he’d made with his ego and which was full of fear. How can we feel “One-ness” if we’ve even split ourselves in two.
Loathe as I generally am to quote Whitman, here’s one time that I think he is quite right: “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes.” If we are the sum of a lifetime of rich and diverse experiences, both good and bad, why should any sense of “wholeness” necessarily translate into being homogeneous.
I don’t think it should. A person whose life is well integrated–meaning that what they say they believe matches what they actually do–could still contain multitudes of interests, etc. But they wouldn’t feel pulled apart, or paralyzed into passivity, by all of those multitudes going off in different directions at once. That kind of focused, interesting, and un-hypocritical–life could be mighty fine and adventurous, or so it seems to me as I look at people who seem to have lived it.
I don’t think we are quite talking about the same thing. I think people can be internally very messy, self-contradictory, and even unfocused and never feel paralyzed or pulled apart. Inner peace for this kind of person is the life-long process of exploring and sorting through all that mess and conflict and taking in whatever is discovered along the way and never feeling constrained to actually “clean up the mess”.
People like this might never be a Peace Pilgrim or an Einstein or Salk or Van Gogh or a Ghandi or even aspire to anything like them but they might find a richness in being exposed to all kinds of lived experiences and an even greater richness in trying to understand the reactions of other people who have the same exposure. Understanding the ordinary people, for example, who rose up to Martin Luther King’s call might tell something very different and very important about bringing about civil rights than studying MLK would.
The bad news is that this
isn’t permanent. Transformation, enlightenment, revelation, whatever you call it is there in the moment, and POOF it’s gone. As soon as you try to look at the moment, hold on to it, it’s gone into the past, and there’s nothing but now. The great cosmic joke.
The good news is that you get to keep recreating it, all the time! More cosmic joking.
Thank you for this diary. I’ve been not watching or listening to the SCOTUS hearings, lest I inflict grave bodily harm on a communications device. And I know all this stuff, but manohman do I forget it a lot.
It’s good to be reminded there we are all on the path. You, too, BostonJoe. The reason we’re all here is that we have self-selected. No accidents, folks.
But no one ever said it had to be a “mountaintop” experience. I think, just for me, that I have had many “awakenings” in the most unusual places and times. It took me 45 years to be who I really am and that came through the most painful experience of my life. When that happened it was either give in to the despair or walk through the pain and grow. I also believe there are just some things we will never “get over” but we will “get through” it. Thank you all for your comments here. I know that we are all longing for peace in the world and peace within ourselves and maybe together we can find the balance.
Thank you, kansas, for telling us about her. I wonder if she knew how hard so many people, in Asia especially, study and work with gurus and teachers, trying to achieve what she accomplished all on her own!
I look forward to hearing more of her story. It is a great reminder that we can control only one person – ourselves!
Even if as some have pointed out, we are not all cut out for the path of the saddhu that Peace Pilgrim followed, we each have to option of deciding, I wil not hate, I will not perpetuate violence. And if we are in “family mode,” we have the choice of imparting those values to our descendants. 🙂
Yes. We can each decide, I will not hate, in this moment, wherever we are and whomever we’re with. That, all by itself, could be the accomplishment of a lifetime. And what a good day in America to practice it. 🙂
I don’t know if she knew anything about Asian paths to enlightenment, but I know that at least one of them knows about her: in an hour-long documentary on her life, one of the persons interviewed is the Dalai Lama.
Just from what you have told us today, I think he could learn a lot from her. 🙂
Now that made me smile.
It also makes me want to go back and check the docu. I don’t always understand everything he says, and his English was even worse back then whenever the film was done. About all I caught was that he said, “wonderful.”
“wonderful” is a pretty comprehensive and universal term of praise and appreciation all by itself. Perhaps the rest of the words he spoke were just leading to that one succinct expression.
I was just thinking that, that Peace Pilgrim and the Dalai Lama are very similar bodhisattvas.
I think a lot of us are on the path, but haven’t always yet realized that it doesn’t have to look a certain way. The robes and sandals are nice, and the lack of material things, if that’s what resonates for you, but you can seek peace and enlightenment in many places and many guises.
There was an interesting book several years ago by a fellow who’d gone to Princeton and was following the Buddhist tradition, and his teacher sent him out into the world to learn simplicity, by working in the New York diamond district!
That’s a great story.
I found the title, voila!
It’s The Diamond Cutter: The Buddha on Strategies for Managing Your Business and Your Life, by Geshe Michael Roach. And, tah-dah!, it’s an Alibris link.
The Peace Pilgrim had her “mountaintop” experience at the age of 30. Then, as she writes,
“there’s a great deal of difference between being willing to give your life, and actually giving your life, and for me, 15 years of preparation and of inner seeking lay between.
Fifteen years. That means she spent the entire decade of the 1940s, plus a few years on either end of them, knowing her purpose in life and planning for it — but not yet walking out that door.
Fifteen years, just to transform her OWN life. When she already had attained this unshakeable conviction and commitment.
Fifteen years to even, in a visible sense, BEGIN the journey of her lifetime. I am currently in the middle of the fifteen years between 30 and 45, the same years that the Peace Pilgrim spent in “preparation and inner seeking.” So maybe it’s okay that I am still so cluelessly inept at living out my ideals.
Maybe, to get to peace, we all need to work a little on patience.
I’m particularly struck by the timeline, too, songbh. I’ve heard it said that it takes at least ten years to get good at anything, and she took all that and five more. 🙂
You may be interested to know that she didn’t actually realize the specific form her service would take until about the time it started, in 1953. The previous fifteen years had been preparing her for “it,” whatever “it” was going to turn out to be. When we get to the “Four Preparations,” the “Four Purifications,” and the “Four Relinquishments,” we’ll see how she spent those fifteen years.
Thanks for re-acquainting me with Peace Pilgrim’s work. Her life and work became a topic of discussion in a peace studies class I took as an undergrad many moons ago.
I’m learning so much from everybody. It’s a joy to be able to talk about this with all of you. I have to go work for a while, so I’ll come back later to read whatever you say next.
Thanks for coming to my diary.
I believe, that gave the Peace Pilgrim the courage to follow her pilgrimage. If you read her book you’ll see that she had many scary incidents that because of her lack of fear and faith she turned around to her advantage and completely changed the danger into an encounter. Amazing for any woman to do when facing a potential attacker.
I wish I had her faith and courage. Sometimes I do but most of the time I don’t.
I suspect she had more confidence than the average girl, even from an early age. She was athletic, a good swimmer. She was valedictorian of her high school class. She was out-going. She married a man who sounds to me like a small-time crook, a “bad boy,” but even he was clear that she wasn’t ever going to cook for him and that when she had opinions, she was keeping them. And she seemed to realize that she wasn’t in “the family pattern,” as she called it. It just took her a long time to figure out what pattern she was in–because she had to more or less invent it herself, I guess.
Sometimes I look at all the stuff in my house and I feel oppressed by it. And then I remember that I’ve actually twice walked away from nearly everything I owned. And haven’t missed any of it (well, that box of political buttons collected not just by me but my parents & grandparents — that gives me a twinge now and then).
So, the stuff in my life doesn’t hold power over me. I’ve defeated materialism on at least some level.
But, I’ve always been afraid of Peace Pilgrim’s level of comittment. I read one of those children’s biographies of Jane Addams (Hull House) as a child and I was totally impressed with what she did & accomplished. But I was terrified that I would be blessed with a vocation that demanding.
It’s this sacrifice that scares me. Money, house, stuff — I have survived without it. But not having family and friends . . . . I can see why it took 15 years to accept that future.
The sacrifice was something that she had to do for her own needs. Your needs could be completely different and what you give up would also be completely different. Look at your own level of commitment to dealing with your diabetes, changing your eating habits, and starting the website to provide a place to share what you’ve learned and to learn from others. Just the effort you have made is a hell of an example for other people.
Now that I’m calmer, I think my panic attack today was a direct result of that activity and the success of it.
Not that’s anything more than baby-steps compared to Peace Pilgrim.
I really think that this is not the way to look at the effort she made. That was her effort and no one should be trying to emulate it unless that is really what they want. She didn’t choose to do that in opposition to what she wanted; she chose it because it was exactly what she wanted. You might want something entirely different from life in which case choosing to do what she did would never bring you peace.
And those were giant steps for you and that is what is important, not how they look in comparison to someone else.
I guess I wasn’t clear. As part of my participating in this series, I’m working through my shaky relationship with the concept of vocation or calling or mountain-top experiences. Because I believe that you can’t escape them. They are like a space alien parasite, they take over your life and your future & make you like it.
You say, “The sacrifice was something that she had to do for her own needs.” But, I believe that it’s not a matter of what I want or what she wanted. I believe that it’s what God wants for me or her. And since childhood, I’ve feared that he wanted that: for me to walk away from the life – not possessions – I know. So reading about Peace Pilgrim is very personal to me.
I’d feel a lot better if I believed, like you do that we have a choice about it.
This is obviously something about which we’ll just have to agree to disagree.
Good heaven’s I’m not trying to talk you into accepting my childhood fear!
I just meant that we are coming from entirely different places in how we think about these things and I respect your beliefs and wouldn’t ever think of arguing them with you.
I understand that fear, really. When I was little I was so afraid that God was going to “call” me to be a nun, and if that happened I wouldn’t have any other choice but to do it.
(shudder) Yes, yes, (shudder). Me too. I’m sure it’s no coincidence. We were raised to believe this could happen to us.
Hey, it wasn’t baby steps for you, and really, we don’t know how it would have seemed to her when she was at your stage of life. Maybe Peace Pilgrim would have been computer-phobic. 🙂
You know, my oldest friend, the one who first told me about Peace Pilgrim, appears fearless. Like Peace, Linda has walked the Appalachian Trail by herself. She has bicycled alone across America and camped alone in Copper Canyon in Mexico. She rock climbs; her full-time job for years has been at a Hospice. She does things on a daily basis that would scare the you-know-what out of most people. Hell, I can’t even get ON a bike without feeling anxious. You want to know what impresses her? That I can do public speaking. She’s terrified of public speaking.
I envy people like that! The part of my life that disappoints me the most is how I’ve let my world shrink down so much that just about anything outside of my own house is intimidating to me. The thought of venturing out on my own the way your friend does fills me with a mixture of excitement and horrible fear. But it’s also scary for me to think of living the rest of my life without ever summoning the courage to do something like that.
Talking about that
this button is my favorite Christmas present from this last season.
Roaming a bit far afield on this topic, I want to say that there are 3 books I’ve read that for me epitomize what I have come to regard as my understanding of peace. They are;
The Razor’s Edge; by Somerset Maugham
Candide; by Voltaire
Siddhartha; by Hermann Hesse
I think of “peace” as a verb; more of a form of (physical, mental and emotional) movement than a state of being.
Separately, “peace” for me is also muting the sound on (first) the voice of Ken Mehlman and then Kate O’bierne on Hardball just now. Peace is not listening to people who have nothing legitimate to say.
Oh, that’s interesting, sbj. I am going to sit with that for awhile, the idea of “peace” as a verb.
Candide & Siddhartha were two very influential books in my life!
For me also.
The Razor’s Edge is in many ways the same story. One of my most favorite films of all time is the 1987 version of that story starring, (of all people), Bill Murray in the leading role.
For me so far this remarkable journey of one woman’s traveled road is not the fact that we should all rush out and try and find some inner enlightenment or peace while forsaking our regular lives but to apply all the nuggets of wisdom we’ve read so far to our own lives and how we can effect that change and work toward inner peace to the good of our own circle of family and friends. This in a certain way is even more difficult than setting out on your own singular path of peace.
I totally agree. And that is why rather than running away from this conversation, I’m immersing myself in it.
I want to find inner peace and effect change. That sounds good to me.
Choc, remember in the Introductory Diary how you brought up the subject of Dennis K and his Department of Peace proposal? Well, imagine my surprise and delight when I was doing research for this diary and I discovered that she had urged that, too. I do wonder if she was the, or one of the,inspirations for him.
I was wondering that also and have reread his proposals on the Peace Dept and things he has said in it which certainly strike a cord so far with what I’m reading from Peace Pilgrim. I wouldn’t be surprised if he is acquainted with her pamphlet, it would certainly seem so given his stance and ideas on the Peace Dept. that he is.
Thanks again for initiating this diary series, kansas. The story of the Peace Pilgrim isn’t familiar to me & I appreciate your sharing this awareness.
Speaking very personally: when becoming familiar with others’ paths of self-realization, I don’t find the specifics of form or purpose as compelling as the fact that the process has been successfully engaged, with measures of success pertaining to healthful balance.
Thank you for this diary. I have learned much already about each of you.
To find inner peace, we all do ( it) in different manners. I have some issues, I will never have inner peace with. Those things that have been branded into my soul, will never become foreign to me. I can only try to deal with it the very best way I possible can muster up. I drew lines in the sand years ago and let others know, no one is given a right to cross over that line.
I think this is self protection. We all do this, and it is necessary to protect ourselves from harm. In doing so, we all make it a stand off from deep within our own self, for the most part. I know I will never be a Gandhi or a MLK or a Mother Theresa or anyone such as they. My shortcomings-such that I lack their attributes in my soul. Sad to say, but the truth.
There are days, I hate who I have become, in the past, oh lets say 6 years. I try hard to find peace with me on those issues. It is hard to do….
When we say war vs peace..love vs hate and on and on, it becomes a blur to me at times. I love others. I care about others. I have that internal need to do good. I have wants and needs that I personally feel I need to have fulfilled. There are times, I can go to bed and sleep fretless. Then there are times, that is totally impossible. Those things branded in my soul, those things that will never disappear, arestill there, and, at the most inconvenient time, they show their ugly head again and again. Oh how I wished for that inner peace then! When I am threatened, I will always fight. That is just my nature/nomenclature. :o)
I am looking for some tools to find how to fight the demons that keep me in such a turmoil that I can hardly function some days. Inner peace!!!! Wow,,,,,would I be so thankful to find some…:o)
Hugs to you all as we strive to learn from this series, or at least understand better from it.