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Peculiar Treasures: Peace, Be Still

By Kellie Purcill


Until hindsight is available in advance, there is much to be learnt and reflect on from debriefing after significant events; births, close calls, first dates, being a blue man.  This interview with one of Chicago’s “Blue Man Group” retired members is quite a peculiarly tinted blue eye opener.

I sat still and awed at this video about bobcats, and surprised at the balanced discussion of should a bobcat season should be allowed.

Seventy years after liberation, the Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp still stands. This BBC footage (captured by drone) is a peaceful, emotive glimpse of history not forgotten.

“I like your style!” The lovely little loading quotes between pages of this “words we all misuse” quiz are sure to calm your nerves for all intensive purposes.

Don’t worry that you’ll never get that (whatever) done!  Be like Colette Bourlier, who at age 91 got her PhD after 30 years. You’ll get there in the end!

We are encouraged “Peace, be still” – but what about when God doesn’t show up?

Forget the news and political nastiness, because there is good happening right now all around the world, even one pot of Ven Pongal at a time.

Gardening causing stress or frustration?  Here are five sensible secrets that will help with your green(ing) thumb(s).

First Draft Poetry is by Lara this week:

I keep saying,
next year, in the garden.

It will be the year
of the garden,
and I will be in it—

And I long for the days
I see in my mind’s eye
with my un-gloved fingertips
dead-heading under a
timeless, still, sun
with my heart in the
strawberries and hyacinth,
my back bent for
green beans and forsythia,
body and spirit.

My life,
the garden;
a current landscape of survival
of appreciating that which keeps
coming back
in spite of my exhaustion,
each green thing a tender mercy,
a moment of hope
for what is next.

About Kellie Purcill

lives way on the other side of the planet in her native Australia and gives thanks for the internet regularly. She loves books, her boys, panna cotta, collecting words, being a redhead and not putting things in order of importance when listing items. She credits writing as a major contributing factor to surviving her life with sanity mostly intact, though her (in)sanity level is subject to change without warning.

1 thought on “Peculiar Treasures: Peace, Be Still”

  1. Love the poem.

    I only scored 21 on the "words we all misuse" quiz.

    Love the blog post you linked. I always know God always shows up. But sometimes He lets me tie my own shoes, or steps back to let me grow in other ways. And sometimes the answer is people have their own agency.

    And sometimes the answer is "that's really not a good idea".

    And sometimes the answer is wait.

    I will save watching the bobcat video for later, but up front, I am often leery of "save the predator pieces.

    After I was attacked by a pack of five wolves, biologists tried to tell me that wolves were benign, and that historical wolf attacks only involved rabid wolves.

    I don't have rabies…ergo…the wolves who attacked me were not rabid. Duh.

    Before the advent of modern medicine, there were people who were attacked by wolves who also didn't die from rabies…ergo…those wolves didn't have rabies.

    They were just rude.

    Now, I was attacked by five wolves and survived.

    Back in the bad old days…wolves in wolf packs sometimes numbered a hundred.


    I would not have survived.

    Okay…if Heavenly Father wanted me to survive, I would have survived, most likely by Heavenly Father providing a sturdy tree nearby, with a bag lunch in it's branches.

    My point being that runaway numbers of such animals are not a good thing.


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