With a desire to bring some energetic lightness and dance to the Peace Pole, there are now flags surrounding it fluttering their message of hope.
Yesterday, I finished dying the twelve calico banners that my neighbor, Caroline, had kindly cut and sewn beforehand. The fun part in all of this was to take the cloth down to the ocean for a cold, salt water rinse to fix the dye. Playing with the fabric in the water and watching the several pieces flow with the movement of the waves like brightly colored kelp was a real treat as, normally, I deal in hard materials such as wood and stone.
Late this afternoon, seeing them catch the last rays of the sun whilst they flapped wildly on their spindly bamboo poles encircling the Peace Pole, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope that, in this world gone mad with proving who can be more violent, compassion and tolerance will ultimately guide every politician’s motive.
It is hard to deny the flags’ collective call for freedom.
It is hard to deny their diversity of color.
It is hard to deny their cheerfulness
May peace prevail on earth.