Remembrance Day

I don’t usually post anything particular on this day.  There are no vets in my family on either side. It almost feels weird that is it so. Not a one? That does not mean, however, that I do not purchase my poppy every year, that I do not respect what all our vets have done; that I do not feel pain that so many find themselves pushed aside, suffering from PTSD and other malaises.

I do, however, have friends currently in the military or who have retired from service so for them as well, I share this beautiful song by Trevor Guthrie. Proceeds to this song go towards raising funds for Wounded Warriors of Canada

Contemplation – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my peeps. Let me begin by apologising for not getting to all the fictioneers’ stories last week. I shall still try to catch up, if I can.

Our leader Rochelle has chosen J.Hardy Carroll’s interesting pic this week. Care to see what you can come up with? Click on the frog below and add your 100-words worth!

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Contemplation

Whatcha doin’ lyin’ on the floor like that?

Contemplating.

Contemplating your potential death should that contraption fall on ya?

Hah! No, but yes.

What? Yes or no?

No, not worried about the contraption but thinking of death in general.

Why on earth would you?

 

Gasp!

 

Is there something you need to tell me?

Oh no! I’m not dying. Not yet, anyway.

Jeez. Then why would you?

I went to see this cool show called ‘A Night of Grief and Mystery’.

Optimistic title. I can see the attraction. Not.

It was fascinating.

Death?

More about the journey we will all take.

Ugh.

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My go-to buddy, Julie and I went to see this show last night.  It was so fascinating, combining Stephen Jenkinson’s story-telling with Gregory Hoskins Band. Could not help but make one think and want to discuss it afterwards!

And honestly, we did NOT know we were gonna be the dynamic purple duo!

At Last – Once More

I worked a wedding on Saturday at the golf club – and have been tired ever since!

It’s not easy to work from 3pm till 1am (I was lucky enough to leave at that time) and then be back at work for 11 the next morning (later?). I dunno about you, but when I work so late, I can’t just hit the hay and sleep. A couple of beers and a chat with my buddy, B, who was still up, and I finally closed my eyes at 3-something.

Been trying to catch up ever since. My inner clock is a tad wacked.

Anyhoo, I digress (surprise, surprise). The wedding was between a beautiful Egyptian and her handsome Irishman. The bridesmaids wore gorgeous emerald green dresses of varying styles – because this bride knows that not all women can wear the same style! The groomsmen were all tall and dashing in their matching tuxes (coz guys don’t have the same issues 😉).

150 multi-cultural guests including the rather imposing orthodox priest, mingled about, glasses of bubbles to toast the new couple.

A lovely trio of singer, stand-up bass and piano kept things smooth and jazzy during the meal which looked amazing: mozzaella and heirloom tomato salad, followed by a cream of squash soup, then choice of braised beef, filet mignon or halibut. Dessert was a chocolate and peanut butter bomb.

There was a wedding cake but it got forgotten – taken out solely for “the picture”.

The DJ went to work playing those songs that get played at all weddings, including a few Egyptian pieces that hd me dancing while pouring drinks and shooters.

And then the first dance started. And I stopped, stunned.

Suddenly I realised the date and that exactly 17 years ago, Mick and I were dancing to the same tune.

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #117 – Antipathy

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  Thank you, Sammi!

Word Prompt

Antipathy

Challenge

It’s not in my DNA

I cannot muster sympathy for whining

My tolerance for whinging is nil

Moaning about your life

And doing nothing about it

Is antipathy to me

Fields of Green – Crispina’s Creative Challenge

A lovely Thursday to you all! The sun is shining (finally) but it’s not overly warm. I’ll take it over rain any day! Crispina’s challenge draws me in so… a little poem between our images! Why not?

Far and away, over the fields of green

One could be treated to a lovely scene

Just follow along the flowers of white

A gaggle of geese before they take flight!

Lost Horizon

We focus on the ones who have done the damage and the ones who have lost their lives during the horrors but what of those who survived? They try to go on living life as they are “supposed to” but for some, that is impossible.

Be Sorry . . . Less

Sydney

There’s a scene in the Frank Capra movie Lost Horizon that always shakes me, no matter how many times I watch it. It’s near the end of the film, when Hugh Conway meets the leader of Shangri-La- the High Lama. In this meeting, Conway is introduced to all the truths of the magical place. All the answers to all the many questions are finally within his grasp, and that’s when he begins to understand the design his life is supposed to follow.

A little more than a year ago, Sydney Aiello was busy sewing together the designs on what her life was going to look like. A high school cheerleader who always brought a smile with her to Monday mornings, she loved Yoga and music and fancy gowns and hanging out with her best friend in the world, Meadow Pollack.

Sydney was figuring it all out. Test scores and heartbreak…

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The Today They Never Got To Have

Ray V. from Mitigating Chaos shared the following quote:

“Impartiality is a pompous name for indifference, which is an elegant name for ignorance.”
G. K. Chesterton– The Speaker, Dec. 15, 1900

Marc has shown us his own loving-kindness by not only putting names to the victims but by showing us a snippet of what could have been. Too beautiful not to share.

Be Sorry . . . Less

Shooting Victims Pic

Today we’ll go about our daily lives as if there is a tomorrow. Same as twenty three other people did. Twenty three people whose only crime was that they were living inside the age of insanity, where lives do not matter as much as rhetoric.

We like to say that tomorrow is not a guarantee, but for some, neither is today. This post is about the today they never got to have.

In Pittsburgh . . .

Irving Younger will grab an umbrella on his way out the door. He’ll leave a few minutes early so he can say how do to the regulars at his favorite coffee shop. He’ll share a funny story or two before making his way to Saturday service, where he’ll be the familiar face that greets Melvin Wax. These two early birds will boast about how they don’t feel a day over fifty, in spirit. Their…

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The Proof In Our Existence

On this 17th anniversary of a darker-than-dark day, I know that if I accidentally turn on the TV and it’s on a news channel, I will be bombarded with images of disaster, of planes hitting towers, of people running to and fro. Played in a loop. I won’t do that. Instead, I shall share this wonderful post by my friend Marc over at Sorryless because it is stories like these that I prefer to share.

Be Sorry . . . Less

Firefighters Todd Heaney and Frankie DiLeo, of Engine 209, c

People are inherently good.

We’re raised to believe this concept from the time we’re old enough to get bored during liturgy and choose sides on the playground. Most kids aren’t concerned with empirical validation when the freedoms they hold most dear are threatened; yanno, stuff like playtime and dessert.

Then there was me.

I questioned everything, no matter how convincing the adults were at selling the points. I wanted to believe people were generally good, but I had myriad reasons to be skeptical. Adding to my distrust of the status quo was the fact that I read, a lot. And I observed, everything.

So it was that I questioned the cross stitched tenets of a happy life, which mandated that you go to school, score a good job and get married. Societal conventions read like a manual, and I knew that spiritual complications navigated through so much more than a…

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World Down’s Syndrome Day

I never, ever, ever, ever post three times in one day.  Just not my thing.

However, this is a special day.  For all my friends blessed with children born with an extra chromosome, I share this beautiful video.  Share the love.