It was a beautiful weekend, not unlike one in October.
A gift, I think.
It was also Remembrance Day, a sad time. I'm not that good with words, the feelings are there but expressing them is difficult. There is a poem by Emily Dickinson:
Some things that fly there be
Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:
Of these no elegy.
Some things that stay there be, -
Grief, hills, eternity:
Nor this behooveth me.
There are, that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the riddle lies!
The true meaning of Rememberance Day:
ReplyDeleteUntil we remember to live in a world where a universal understanding of what peace lays in choosing love over fear, commonality over divisiveness, poems of truth and the questions that really matter rest in books while fear and divisiveness beat their drum. Each of us bears a Personal Responsibility to make this choice, starting in our own "backyard", our immediate lives.
Your feelings come through loud and clear.
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