pax: the kiss of peace (latin); peace (ecclesiastical latin)
“pax,” he wrote to me. years ago, in a chaotic, somewhat scary time of my life, the word “pax” was an end-goal, security in an insecure world, the warmest blanket on a bitter cold day. it doesn’t just happen. there are people around us, some epicentered and some peripherally, who create a place where we can find this peace, even momentarily. their stalwart stance, their steadiness brings us back off the brink of angst. the smallest iota of peace, like a mustard seed, grows until we can balance back on our own feet, strong enough to walk on…with leaps or even baby steps.
this painting makes me think of one of those people in my own life. a dear deeply-valued friend, his help and his accessibility helped me deal with someone else’s craziness unfortunately directed at me. he was the lighthouse in that storm for me. he helped me feel safer so that i could find peace in the chaos.
for various reasons, we don’t always realize when we are someone else’s rock. we don’t feel central, we don’t feel involved, we don’t feel informed. but there are times we don’t know – times we plant ourselves into someone’s life and nurture them, even in the tiniest of ways – times we may never know how much what we said or what we did counted. times of giving peace to someone else, one of life’s most essential elements.
“pax,” he wrote to me. thank you.
PAX ©️ 2015 david robinson, kerri sherwood