Perhaps fighting the summer gusts had exhausted her to the point that any windless place was a treasure find. So there she stayed steady, still, asleep on my lap. I felt very honored that she had chosen my lap in which to find comfort and peace. And I wondered where could I go to get away from the harsh winds of my day, week, year?

It then occurred to me that my lap had not been chosen by ReLoris, that she had been whisked into this posture by no will of her own. Maybe, I thought, that is where one finds peace. When we are being carried away by the heavy unforgiving winds of whatever storm we are in the midst of, those same winds we battle against place us sooner or later in the lap of peace. The end result being the place we have searched for all our lives. A quiet berth of serenity brought to us by the strong, uncontrollable winds of life.