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The Poetry of Poop

You may have seen this in the news. I liked it because I’m a responsible dog owner, picking up her “gifts” as we walk. More than that, though, I applaud the man’s response. He doesn’t yell and scream or knock on people’s doors to fight them. He doesn’t even allow himself to ruin his (and others’) day by holding in ill feelings. He just does something that gets the message across with a bit of humor and in a non-destructive way that just washes away.

Watch the video and get details at Phoenix man on poop crusade makes chalk messages, circles poop left on sidewalk.

Remembering The Arizona & Veterans

have vivid memories of my experience in visiting the Arizona Memorial in Hawaii.  The visit began with a film showing the horrors of the attack on Pearl Harbor.  My eyes blurred with tears.  Then there was the choppy boat trip to the monument, a short distance from other coffin-ships which suffered the same fate as the Arizona.  So many names filled the wall behind the altar-like steps, and the hush of the crowd echoed the silent voices trapped deep beneath us.  Little was said on the trip back to land, as we all found ourselves deep in thought.

This Veterans Day I’m thinking the Canadians are right to call it “Remembrance Day.”  It’s important to remember and honor our veterans, those who fought for our way of life.  It’s even more important to remember that we should work toward a time when the reason for such occasions is only a bad memory.

Hug a veteran.  Pray for peace.

 

Some Thoughts for Pearl Harbor Day

I remember visiting the Arizona Memorial in Hawaii.  During the film showing the horrors of the attack on Pearl Harbor my eyes blurred with tears.  Then there was the choppy boat trip to the monument, a short distance from other coffin-ships which suffered the same fate as the Arizona.  Entering the monument, I saw the too-many names filling the cold marble walls. We talked in hushed tones, the meaning of what we saw crushing our hearts.  The thoughtful quiet continued through the trip back to land. I prayed silently: for those whose names appear on the wall, for those still in their watery graves near the monument, for all their families, for the men and women in battle all over the globe, and, most of all, for leaders of large nations, small countries, and self-serving political factions to remember that we’re all part of one human family.  And for all of us, that we may practice peace in our own individual lives and keep urging our legislators to work toward the goal of peace on Earth.

 

 

The Arizona, Veterans, and Remembering

I have vivid memories of my experience in visiting the Arizona Memorial in Hawaii.  The visit began with a film showing the horrors of the attack on Pearl Harbor.  My eyes blurred with tears.  Then there was the choppy boat trip to the monument, a short distance from other coffin-ships which suffered the same fate as the Arizona.  So many names filled the wall behind the altar-like steps, and the hush of the crowd echoed the silent voices trapped deep beneath us.  Little was said on the trip back to land, as we all found ourselves deep in thought.

This Veterans Day I’m thinking the Canadians are right to call it “Remembrance Day.”  It’s important to remember and honor our veterans, those who fought for our way of life.  It’s even more important to remember that we should work toward a time when the reason for such occasions is only a bad memory.

Hug a veteran.  Pray for peace.

 

A Remembrance for Today

A few years ago I experienced the Arizona Memorial in Hawaii.  The visit began with a film showing the horrors of the attack on Pearl Harbor.  My eyes blurred with tears.  Then there was the choppy boat trip to the monument, a short distance from other coffin-ships which suffered the same fate as the Arizona.  So many names filled the wall behind the altar-like steps, and the hush of the crowd echoed the silent voices trapped deep beneath us.  Little was said on the trip back to land, but one absurd, disturbing comment shocked me into  realizing that we’ve learned so little since then: “At least we got even when we hit Hiroshima.”

This Veterans Day I’m thinking the Canadians are right to call it “Remembrance Day.”  It’s important to remember and honor our veterans, those who fought for our way of life.  It’s even more important to remember that, as a human family, we should work toward a time when the reason for such occasions, and comments like that woman’s, are only adistant bad memory.

Hug a veteran, and pray for peace.