Remembrance Day
In this household we do a lot of changeup. We are visual people, and we like our surroundings to reflect what we are feeling. We like our surroundings to set a mood and/or give dimension to our thoughts and emotions. This week after taking down the Halloween decorations, moving into the next season, I found myself reflecting about change. Perhaps it was perpetuated by the results of the US Presidency, or just reflection on where and how I have come to be - right here, right now.
In my professional life I witness an enormous amount of tragedy and loss. For the most part I can look at it from the perspective of being able to shed some sort of light, or provide the direction towards it, for those who are surrounded by darkness - and not get sucked into the abyss. It helps to strengthen my gratitude and appreciation for what I have in my life. And I enjoy my job immensely. I constantly marvel at how through diversity and struggle, hope still shines. Because miracles are truly born out of difficulties and hope. For me on this day, the simple, red poppy, represents hope. And I thank all those before me who have given and fought so that I could be here today.
The Peanut and I decided to paint a field of poppies to commemorate all those who fought bravely.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Comments