Available December 16, 2014
“Lily was at a picnic with her father and her little sister, Ruby, but it wasn’t much fun.” So opens the final story in Gail Silver’s celebrated Anh’s Anger trilogy. Ruby was spoiling Lily’s time, making it impossible for her to play her game, and she was mad. But when Lily pushed her sister out of the way, her father comforted Ruby. Lily was confused. Luckily, her father had brought something else on their picnic, a journal his own grandfather had written when he was just a boy, in which he wrote about the first time he met his Anger.
As Lily and her father turned the sepia pages of the old notebook, they read about Metta, the ancient meditation practice during which you wish happiness, health, safety, and loving kindness for yourself and those around you, as well as people toward whom you are having difficult feelings.
With original watercolors by award-winning illustrator Youme Nguyen Ly, Peace, Bugs, and Understanding has girls and boys, younger and older, grandfathers and flowers and ponds and frogs and pirates—a collection of characters that will resonate for almost any child. An invaluable tool for parents and teachers, that will help children learn to understand the causes of their own strong emotions, while teaching them peaceful ways to resolve difficulties through mindfulness and meditation.
Lily was having a picnic with her father and her little sister, Ruby, but it wasn’t much fun. “Get off, Ruby,” Lily said, and pushed her sister.
“Hey, take it easy,” said her father. He scooped Ruby into his arms.Lily kept her head down and cleaned up the pieces, some of which were pennies and nickels because Ruby had lost the checkers, and she folded the board back into its box, which was more flat than box shaped because Ruby had been sitting on it.
It’s not fair, Lily thought, Ruby ruins everything and she gets all of the attention,
“Here,” said her father,. He slid a book from the stack in the picnic basket and handed it to Lily. “Take a look.” “It looks like a journal,” Lily said, flipping through its pages, “but with drawings.” “It is a journal,” said her father. “It belonged to my grandfather.”
Lily stopped at a sketch of a boy on a bicycle. In the background was a lily pond, and at the top of the page in faded pencil, the date.
June 4, 1923. “That was a long time ago,” Lily lay down on the blanket and turned the page.