Today is Blog Blast for Peace – a day to open our hearts and feel the peace within. (Yeah, don’t read my post below as it contains no ingredients for said peace.)
On the rare occasion I attended Catholic mass, I dreaded the “handshake of peace” because I worried who would shake my hand and if I’d be left standing there with no hand to shake. (I have issues, I know.) But I always found someone who wished me peace and vice versa. The energy in the church changes so much after that action – as if for a moment, we are all one. It’s a nice feeling.
Consider this post my offering of peace to you today and every day. And know that it’s always there even if I’m writing bitchy posts about people’s candy snarfing.
Nonetheless, my dear, you are #1636 in the Peace Globe Gallery. I have given you an official number now….and a peaceful handshake (smile)
Mimi
As a germ-o-phobe, I always try to dodge the whole handshaking bit at mass. That or I try to discretely use hand gel immediately after. One time, there was a guy in front of us, sniveling and wiping his nose on his sleeve, coughing etc. (you get the idea). The only thing to do was leave the pew during the “peace be with you part” just to avoid him, hung out in the lobby of the church and came back when it was over.
We all understand that bitchy rants about coworkers is just your way of staying sane. It’s a better solution than shooting up an army base or an office building.
Sorry. The news just makes me really sad right now.