Gratitude * Sunday
Sunday’s heartfelt tradition.
A time to slow down, to reflect, to be grateful.
A list of gratitudes, our gratefulness feeds one another.
Quoted from Taryn Wilson
Joining the Gratitude Sunday Tradition at Wooly Moss Roots.
Capture the wind, one
little breeze or puff of air
to lift up your heart.
Veteran’s Day this week brought many thoughts and emotions. It’s nice having one day to honor the people who have accepted the challenge of serving our country in the military. They made a hard choice, learned how to take orders, and served in causes they had no decisions in making. Those are hard things to do.
I’ll be right out front. I don’t believe in war. I think it is a bully’s game, a Mount Everest thing (because it’s there, because we can). War is about greed and covetousness, power and control. To have an entire military industrial complex involving grooming of soldiers, production of war machines, guns, ammunition, weapons and technology of destruction that sucks money and generates money is a thorn in my side. In the infamous words of poor Rodney King, “Can’t we all just get along?” It doesn’t seem so when money is involved.
War devours our fathers, our brothers, our sons, and now our daughters too. It spits them out physically and mentally damaged. War eats those left at home, worried and fretting. War benefits no one, no individual, no community, no country or nation. I do not need what you have, we do not need what they have, they do not need what we have in the name of war.
Not in the name of war, never in the name of war. You might have something I would like to have, like oil, or water, or food, but I need not take it by force. There are certainly a multitude of arrangements to be made so both parties are happy in an exchange. Money can be a tool in exchanges, as can time, services, or personal care, including art.
I haven’t been able to change to world. John Lennon couldn’t change the world. Gandhi didn’t change the world. That doesn’t mean we should stop trying and let the greed of a few people destroy our societies.
I don’t care how woo-woo it sounds, but until we try certain things we don’t know if they work. What if we could over-power greed and war with a mental energy vibration? What if millions of people took off their shoes and socks, placed their bare feet on the earth, and imagined the connection of their naked feet to all the other naked feet feeling this earth at the same time? What if those same naked footed people, shared the same thought or prayer for universal peace simultaneously? Might we be able to influence actions of warmongers and violence perpetrators toward a change?
I love history because we have to know what happened in the past to prevent it occurring again. My family has served in the military. My father and father-in-law suffered nightmares and physical challenges because of their exposures in the service. Other family members have similar challenges. We all have physical and mental challenges but military service people often cannot speak of the real horrors causing their distress. Eliminating war would eliminate at least this one stressor. We would have no need to defend or oppress.
My heart cries for Paris and Beirut, terrorism being war’s ugly step-brother, and for 9-11 survivors who must be reliving the horror in their lives, and for all victims of war including the citizens who choose to serve in the military. I’ve never understood how people (one person or more) can hurt other people (one person or more) because of greed or a difference of beliefs.
So, me? I ain’t studying war. It’s not good for the body or the soul. I don’t want to forget it happened in the past. I want to know it won’t happen in the future, that our babies, our sons and daughters, our brothers and sisters, ourselves, will never have to fight because we believe differently than others do.
Color Watch – colorful attractions in my neighborhoods this week – brilliant fall colors of green, and yellow, and orange at a farmer’s market table; a lone creamy white rose bud still blooming strong; a neighbor’s pale golden quince against shiny emerald leaves; sprays of burgundy barberry and orange pomed cotoneaster.
Current View – bingeing on The Guardian (CBS TV series 2001-2004) starring Simon Baker, Dabney Coleman, and Farrah Fawcett, about a lawyer arrested for drug use and his relationship with his laywer father and father’s law firm. Mr. Holmes (2015, PG) with Ian McKellen, a 93 year old Sherlock struggles with memory and the last case that sent him into retirement 35 years earlier.
***Note on the word “bingeing”. I realize American English convention would drop the final “e” and spell this word “binging”, but that looks so wrong to me and gives me no indication of how to make the first “g” have the hard g sound at the front of the mouth and teeth. It looks like “ing ing” or two ings in a row with the “g”s softened at the back of the throat as in the word singing, and that is not how we pronounce the word. So right or wrong, I defy conventional American English and will persist with this spelling.***
Currently Reading – The House at Sea’s End (2012, fiction) by Elly Griffiths; Health at Every Size: The Surprising Truth About Your Weight (2010, health) by Linda Bacon; An Invisible Thread: The True Story of an 11-year-old, a Busy Sales Executive, and an Unlikely Meeting with Destiny (2011, sociology) by Laura Schroff. Yes, concurrently.
Still considering my Winter Classic choice. What will you choose to read for those long winter nights?
This week I have been grateful for:
- Cute little birdies playing in my mud puddles.
- Wind, rain, and colorful leaf fall.
- The abundance of owning a property tax bill and being able to pay it.
- Finding a fiction book series I am enjoying.
- My community arranging to have a few indoor farmer’s markets this late autumn.
- Fresh garden grown eggs with bright almost orange yolks.
- Indoor heat, lights, and automatic appliances.
- Hot cocoa, tea, and coffee.
- Suppers baked/roasted in the oven.
- Having siblings even though I don’t get to see them much these days.
Hoping you have a lovely week.
Namaste. Peace. Blessings.
Floral ribbon border by Laurel Burch