I haven't waxed eloquent about world peace.
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Or blown you away with glamorous photos of my peaceful home (though I would love to do that someday).
photo courtesy of BH&G
So maybe you're wondering why this is My Place of Peace. Well, it all started with this guy named Neil.
Yeah, he's kind of famous. And he writes songs. And one of them is titled Shilo. Which is where I got my name. But that doesn't get us too far, seeing how the blog isn't named Shilo.
Well, it turns out Shiloh was a town in ancient Israel. Yeah, I know. Neil lost an "H" somewhere. You don't have to tell me. I've been living with his mistake my entire life. But don't worry. I'll get over it if you spell my name with an "H" at the end. Really, I promise! I'm over it already. :)
In Hebrew, Shiloh means place of rest or tranquility. And applied to a person it means peaceable one. I know I don't always live up to my name, but I'm growing. And I hope that's the essence of My Place of Peace.