Here I am, floating on this pond.

Paddling my feet gently, going nowhere in particular.  Happy.

Looking around, absorbing the sunlight.  Being a creature of Eden.

Why is it then that I long for a little chaos, some rough water to navigate or rain to endure?

Oddly enough, remaining at peace takes practice.

And so, I practice.

Soon enough, the rough water I wished for comes with rain to endure.…  And then, I long for a still pond, a little sunshine.

Peace takes practice.  And so, I practice.

I practice in sunshine.  I practice in rain.  In storms and on quiet days.  When I am hungry, when I am full, I practice.

Until I have become peace,

And longing makes no sense.