Watching a sombre solid sea of blue, led by red RCMP, all marching proudly in our city, gave me pause.
The finest from across North America gathered in solidarity to honour one of their own.
During the ten thousand strong procession down University Avenue, the only sounds I heard were footsteps and hoofs on pavement.
The above freezing temperature today allowed drizzle to fall from gray sky.
A metaphor to weeping souls holding heads high.
Ryan Russell, a Toronto police sergeant, fallen in the line of duty while protecting our citizens, provided the opportunity for multitudes to join together at his funeral to pay tribute.
It is as if all of his comrades from sea to sea and south of our border, have given us all permission to grieve our human tragedy.
Not only this particular horrible loss, but also all of past devastating events.
Humanity needs this chance to grieve and heal in unison.
Seasoned journalists have stated that they have never seen anything like this before.
With all of the violent disasters occurring in our world, from both natural and human means, our souls crave comfort in the company of fellow beings.
Thank you and God bless us all.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Roots Unfold
Eighteen months Mom, and the first one of 2011 without you here.
Another Saturday blizzard outside my window.
I would rather be watching and writing than walking today.
Now that a new year has dawned, I am seriously searching for my earthly 'home'.
Recently, an acquaintance suggested the reason I enjoy being among trees is that I want 'roots'.
Not long ago, another individual queried of me if I live for my 'children'.
I know I would die for them.
I prefer to think I live for myself, not anyone else, although I would enjoy a partner to share this life.
Some of my most memorable and happy times occurred when I was part of a couple with children.
It is feasible that just as my ancestors are my genetic 'roots', my daughters are as well.
They do 'ground' me on this earthly planet.
It is a wonderful feeling to be appreciated by them. That I know.
Now that the astrological signs are in jeopardy of shifting along with the 'magnetic' pole, even my 'air' status might turn to 'earth' !!
Although many astronomers and astrologers seem to concur that the 'signs' will remain as they are. Their readings might be adjusted. That is all.
When I try to make things happen 'my' way, I seem to end where I began, and the dance starts all over again.
The dizziness of it throws me off balance.
Little wonder I feel the need for 'roots'.
With patience, as my life unfolds I will know where I belong.
Another Saturday blizzard outside my window.
I would rather be watching and writing than walking today.
Now that a new year has dawned, I am seriously searching for my earthly 'home'.
Recently, an acquaintance suggested the reason I enjoy being among trees is that I want 'roots'.
Not long ago, another individual queried of me if I live for my 'children'.
I know I would die for them.
I prefer to think I live for myself, not anyone else, although I would enjoy a partner to share this life.
Some of my most memorable and happy times occurred when I was part of a couple with children.
It is feasible that just as my ancestors are my genetic 'roots', my daughters are as well.
They do 'ground' me on this earthly planet.
It is a wonderful feeling to be appreciated by them. That I know.
Now that the astrological signs are in jeopardy of shifting along with the 'magnetic' pole, even my 'air' status might turn to 'earth' !!
Although many astronomers and astrologers seem to concur that the 'signs' will remain as they are. Their readings might be adjusted. That is all.
When I try to make things happen 'my' way, I seem to end where I began, and the dance starts all over again.
The dizziness of it throws me off balance.
Little wonder I feel the need for 'roots'.
With patience, as my life unfolds I will know where I belong.
Monday, January 10, 2011
World Grief
Born on 9/11, nine year old Christina no longer graces this planet, along with several others who lost their lives to violence this past Saturday.
While I was viewing a blizzard of snow from my 'sunroom', the unspeakable horror of unstoppable gunfire, along with heroism, was unfolding in Arizona.
I am told that America is in mourning today. Anyone in the world who values the sanctity of life is grieving as well.
We are all connected in this universe. The actions of one or two influence the world in unseen ways.
Negative actions are publicized more than positive thoughts.
When inexplicable acts are perpetrated by 'seemingly normal-looking' people, we can only look inward to find the 'peace' that these individuals were obviously lacking.
It is inside our spiritual core that we will find the 'light' of love and the strength of hope and faith to carry on when 'worldly' craziness surrounds us .
While I was viewing a blizzard of snow from my 'sunroom', the unspeakable horror of unstoppable gunfire, along with heroism, was unfolding in Arizona.
I am told that America is in mourning today. Anyone in the world who values the sanctity of life is grieving as well.
We are all connected in this universe. The actions of one or two influence the world in unseen ways.
Negative actions are publicized more than positive thoughts.
When inexplicable acts are perpetrated by 'seemingly normal-looking' people, we can only look inward to find the 'peace' that these individuals were obviously lacking.
It is inside our spiritual core that we will find the 'light' of love and the strength of hope and faith to carry on when 'worldly' craziness surrounds us .
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