"Waging Peace" #13
Featuring Gloria Heffernan, Double Take, and Harlem Boys' Choir
Welcome to “Waging Peace”
Remember, you’re the co-creator of this dive. Do as much or as little as you’d like, when you’d like, how you’d like, with the materials I provide. Just keep gentle faith with yourself.
Set your intention
Take a moment to name the primary intention you have for this month-long deep dive and/or this particular session. Take a quiet moment to center yourself in that intention.
Receive the music
Try to refrain from judging the music as “good” or “bad” or forming an “I like it” or “I don’t like it” opinion. For a few minutes, cultivate curiosity and openness. If resistance arises in you, be curious about that too.
BONUS: You may also wish to listen to the Harlem Boys’ Choir singing the traditional “Let There Be Peace on Earth,” referenced in the poem.
Read the poem
I invite you to read this poem twice—aloud, at least once. You may also listen to the poet’s reading of the poem, perhaps with your eyes closed.
LET IT BEGIN WITH ME Gloria Heffernan My third grade teacher filled the chalkboard with the words we would sing at the school assembly: Let there be peace on earth And let it begin with me. Even at eight years old, I knew this was a tall order. Vietnam was ravaging young men who were still boys, like my cousin Jimmy whose letters came scrawled in an 18-year old’s hurried hand bearing nightmares of war and dreams of homecoming. And now, in the rubble of Lviv and Mariopul, the innocent huddle in basements while bombs shriek overhead. Now on the streets of Poland, refugees seek asylum in a land not their own. Now 10,000 miles away, I ask myself, Will peace ever begin . . . with anyone? Then, like the butterfly that lights on a wave and changes the course of the ocean, I do what I can, when I can, where I can. I make soup for my homebound neighbor. I turn off the news and pick up a poem. I tell someone I love them. I smile at a stranger. I pray for those in harm’s way . . . and I hope. I cannot end a war . . . but I can let peace begin, again and again, and again, and again, with me. (text directly offered by the poet)
Contemplate/Create
Use any of these questions however you wish—e.g., as openings for meditation or prayer, as prompts for journaling or poetry-writing, as sparks for drawing or painting, as catalysts for change-making . . . You may also ignore my questions altogether to go off in other directions!
Reflect/write/create in response to this stem: “I do what I can, when I can, where I can.” Explore ways that you can wage peace.
The poet contrasts a child’s vision of waging peace with an adult’s. Reflect/write/create regarding how your own vision of waging peace has changed over time.
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I believe Gloria and I had a similar childhood. I recall singing that song in chorus in elementary school, too. I recall seeing Vietnam on the TV, knowing my uncle was over there and being terrified. There was a boy in my 2nd grade class who used to draw tanks with great precision, titling his work "V It Nam." I have often wondered if he had anyone in harm's way....maybe an uncle, brother or father. Even from so far away, the ravages of that war affected us as kids. Agree that we can each only do what we can, when we can, where we can and that it often looks like a simple act of kindness to another human being. I have to believe those small acts are the beating of butterfly wings....
Peace is an inside job. I wage peace through living grateful and sharing its benefits with others. Gratitude has taught me to go within, one day at a time, so that I never have to go without, and that includes peace.