May We Remember - Remembrance Day

Picture from Carleton University

       I AM A CROSS

Distant from homelands

Kin and schoolmates,

Lie in graves.

Scented violets absent, visitors rare,

Emerald mowed turf,

Untrodden by the heavy hearted.

Cruciform lettering,

By foreign workers,

Mark ranks.

Absent wives, “Goodbye,”

Small children lack face of Father,

Missing repatriation,

Bridging the pain of the wound.

- Author Unknown

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Blessings,

Judy

Who Makes You Smile?

  

The poster says:  It’s always nice to have someone in your life that makes you smile even when they’re not around.  —- Unknown

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When there is stress in your life, or if you get really angry, remember the people that make you smile, and your stress or fury will dissipate.  If you do not believe me, try it!

Remembering a time when you laughed and shared and enjoyed an activity with someone will totally wipe away stress.  Often, the other person does not remember that particular moment because it did not have the same emotional meaning for that person, at that time.  

Some examples of happy memories: 

• Getting your driver’s license
• A special Christmas
• A first date
• First day at a job…
• Walking with your grandson or granddaughter
• Sharing a glass of wine or a cup of tea with a girl friend or boy friend
• Laughing with family or friends
• A special wedding
• A special dance
• A vacation at a cabin on a lake or up in the mountains
• A day out with friends where anything goes

Find your memory that makes you smile or even laugh… it is worth the journey.

Blessings,

Judy

Hearing With Our Soul

 

The poster says:  the soul has been given its own ears to hear things that the mind does not understand. —-Rumi

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This poster stirred something in me… the need to have a better understanding of the soul.  Luckily, I found this wonderful poem by Maya Angelou.  Enjoy.

When Great Trees Fall

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.”

― Maya Angelou

Blessings

Judy