Monthly Archives: May 2021

The Shores of Normandy

Memorial Day Memories

Laughter: Carbonated Grace

An opulence of travel visions:
Paris, London, Lisbon, Prague,
beauty rampant with history and art.
Yet etched forever in my mind
the cross-crowned cliffs and beaches
along the shores of Normandy.
A cliff face sheering from the ocean,
Pointe du Hoc, where our soldiers
climbed point blank into German guns.
Now, just empty bunkers on pitted earth,
its beaches wave washed innocent
below silent sentinels left behind.
Row on row of small white crosses
guarding fields of blood-rich ground.
Old Glory whipping, snapping in the wind.

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Asking Blessings For All Who Try to Love

Whatever our gender or gender combination, whether we have children or not, every day is a challenge to grow more loving. The heart of Spirituality is Love and the heart of Love is Forgiveness. And that includes forgiving ourselves, our parents, our children and all others whether they are Republicans or Democrats for not being God.

I suspect that none of us can throw stones when it comes to the challenge of loving.

I once wrote a blog post called “Aliens in the Nest.” Every person is unique. We aren’t cookie cutter creations. With five children who are different from me and each other, the best mothering for each would have taken someone with five different personalities.

I think that’s called Schizophrenia.

Luckily for our kids, my husband and I were extreme opposites in every aspect of personality. While this made for challenges in marriage, I think it was a plus for our children. One or the other of us had at least one or two personality traits each child could relate to.

They are all intelligent-kind-funny imperfect people.

I am eighty-three and I still need to learn more about how to love people different from me in ways that affirm them. And I’m now learning how to be a loving mother to children who are in their fifties and sixties.

Happy Mother’s Day to all who persevere in learning to be more loving.

Going To Hell In A Handcart?

Liked this. The comments are interesting also.

catterel

Something I keep hearing from older people (and have also found myself repeating) is the phrase:
“I wouldn’t like to be a youngster in these present times.”

How glad and relieved we all are that we don’t have to cope with the pressures, problems and challenges facing young people in the 2020’s. And as I reflect on the point of view of these cogitating codgers who are my contemporaries, I find myself asking:

How is it possible that we, as bright young things growing up with the world at our feet in the nineteen-fifties and sixties, emerging from the rigours of post-war austerity and, although rebelling against them, still imbued with the ethics and ideals that drove our parents and grandparents, could make such a cock-up of the world?

How could we get it so wrong?

Were our eyes fixed too firmly on material progress, so that we failed to…

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