Remembrance

No assembly ever meets to remember Allah which is not attended by the Angels and not covered by Mercy of God and where Allah the Almighty does not remember those among them who are close to Him.- saying of Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon himAbove is a hadith or islamic tradition, along with inspiring Quranic verses on remembrance of God, are the basis of the assembly of remembrance

Image:icecreamjournal.turkeyhill.com  My blog is this month…ONE year old!! The actual “birthday” is the 9th….I’ve decided to link this “celebration” to some “memories”…after a year, you always think back/reflect on things that happened throughout the year..and you try to improve the next year…so: I’ve decided to “reflec

In 1992, a group of Native American scholars and activists created an international writers' festival, bringing together 360 artists from nine countries, chiefly the United States. Nearly half their number already had published at least one volume -- fiction, drama, memoirs, even cookbooks. Out of that convocation came two organizations -- the Native Writers' Circle of the Americas, and a mentorin

By Geary HobsonIn 1969, the fiction committee for the prestigious Pulitzer Prizes in literature awarded its annual honor to N. Scott Momaday, a young professor of English at Stanford University in California, for a book entitled House Made of Dawn.The fact that Momaday's novel dealt almost entirely with Native Americans did not escape the attention of the news media or of readers and scholars of c

Today is Memorial Day, a day when across our great country we honor those who served us. Babbazee at The Outraged Spleen of Zion has put together a tribute, of remembrances and honor, a dedication to "the sacred and blessed memory of every fallen American Warrior".This post is dedicated to the sacred and blessed memoryof every fallen American Warrior.Each one, a mini messiah,buying your salvation

To all who doesn't know yet, it is the Memorial day here in US. Every country has its own memorial day, right? I think in the Philippines, it happened every November. And here in US, always every the month of May. But what it is really all about? Let's commemorate these days of where and when Memorial Day begun.Memorial Day is a United States Federal holiday observed on the last Monday of May

It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped [...]

As we relax and enjoy our families this weekend let us remember those who have made it possible for us to live free.  I plan to watch my National Geographic DVD – “Arlington: Field of Honor.”  It’s a great history of Arlington National Cemetery with an emphasis on those who have made the ultimate sacrifice in [...]

This is one of the most unusual posts that I will ever write, I guess. Have you ever felt bad or rather disliked a good customer service? No one does! Even I didn't thought so but in my case it was very unusual. Today I went to Kentucky Fried Chicken or KFC (a growing fast food chain). Everything was quite the usual types except for I was in a very foul mood. Even my companion couldn't help me set

The Israeli poet Nathan Alterman wrote a famous poem that describes the fallen soldiers of the Independence War as the silver platter on top of which the Jewish State was given to the nation. To reflect this notion, the Israeli Memorial Day and the Independence celebration are attached. The Israeli Fallen Soldiers and Victims of Terrorism [...]

Israel observed Yom HaShoah, the Holocaust Remembrance Day, a holiday inaugurated in 1959 to commemorate the victims of the Holocaust. Yad Vashem, the Jerusalem-based center for remembering the Holocaust’s victims and survivors – who own a new Museum, that preserves the horrible history of the Holocaust and puts it in context for all of us has [...]

The Nazis’ brutal murder of Jews, Gypsies, homosexuals, and others didn’t end with the millions of people considered untermenschen. The Nazis also killed many “normal” people. When my husband and I were stationed with the U.S. Army in Munich, Germany, from September 1970 to May 1972, we got two newspapers: the army newspaper The Stars and Stripes and the International Herald Tribune. Below is an article from the October 18, 1971, International Herald Tribune with the headline “Nazis of Oradour Massacre Hail War in Beery Reunion.” ROSENHEIM, West Germany, Oct. 17 (Reuter) – Some 500 members of the Nazi “Das Reich” SS division, which massacred over 600 men, women and children in a French village in 1944, today wound up a weekend conference to form an old comr

At sundown tonight starts the one-day minor Jewish holiday of Yom HaShoah, the yearly remembrance of those who were murdered under the Nazi regime. Stories of Nazi brutality and survivor miracles are always with me. For six years, from 1972 to 1978, I published survivors’ stories as editor of Friday Forum, the monthly “literary” supplement of the weekly Philadelphia Jewish Exponent. Many of those stories still “live” inside me. Currently I’m working on the sequel to MRS. LIEUTENANT: A SHARON GOLD NOVEL. This next novel – MRS. LIEUTENANT IN EUROPE – will be based on when my husband and I were stationed in Munich, Germany, from September 1970 to May 1972. The following is a true story from that time. In 1972 I worked for the 66th Military Intelligence Group, h

My father’s story My father was born and raised in Paris to Jewish-Polish immigrant parents. During World-War II he and his younger brother were sent to hide in a little village in France called Foulletourte. They had to keep their Jewish identity secret to avoid being taken by the Germans to the extermination Camps. The local [...]

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,They fell with their faces to the foe.We Shall Remember Them!

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,They fell with their faces to the foe.We Shall Remember Them!

On April 16, my campus will be holding a memorial service in remembrance of the one year passing of the Virginia Tech tragedy. Because we work on a college campus, the incident at VT hits home for all of us. Sadly, our campus is no stranger to shootings, murders and violence. Tomorrow, I will remember the [...]

This email from Soulforce is both a homage to the great civil rights leader, Martin Luther King, and also reminds us that we are in the same battle for justice in fighting for full civil and sacramental rights for LGBT people.A Special Message from the Executive Director of SoulforceDear Friend of Soulforce,Today, on the fortieth anniversary of his assassination, we honor the tremendous impact of Martin Luther King, Jr.'s legacy on our nation, even as we acknowledge that there is still much to be done to end racism and poverty in America. The life of Dr. King was cut short because he spoke truth to power and took justice to the streets through marches, vigils, rallies, sit-ins, bus boycotts, and other public demonstrations that exposed bigotry and discrimination. Many clergy leaders of tha

Una riva del mare, fatta di piccoli laghi in miniatura, come mi appariva esattamente un anno fa, a Malta il 26 marzo 2007.Passeggio sulla riva del mare mentre forte mi giunge il profumo della salsedine. Osservando questi laghi in miniatura, formatisi là dove l'onda non è riuscita a recuperare completamente se stessa, mi ritorna alla mente una famosa poesia di Montale, Cigola la carrucola nel pozzo. Qui il poeta immagina che in un secchio d'acqua, tirato appunto con una carrucola di un pozzo, appaia un'immagine emergente dalla sua memoria.Quest'ultima mi sembra molto simile a questa distesa di buche. Infatti, il mio cervello non è in grado di ricostruire linearmente a ritroso gli eventi accaduti. Somiglia piuttosto ad un campo di piccoli anfratti in cui, quando l'onda del tempo si ritira

As spring arrives, it reminds of the renewal cycle of rebirth which manifest again and again. the whole creation, every molecule is in a continuous state of renewing itself again and again. the Divine comes into manifestation with every moment. no two moments are the same yet they belong to Oneness, each is part of Whole. what a miracle to witness this arrival and being part of this becoming! May this spring bring new life energy, new inspiration to your life and your loved ones.on night of the Spring Equinox, the following poem was shared by author and visionary artist Colette. thanks Colette for sharing!Become Becoming | Li-Young LeeWait for evening.Then you’ll be alone.Wait for the playground to empty.Then call out those companions from childhood:The one who closed his eyesand pretend

Today I have decided to write about an old friend who was once an important member at my house. When I was in Form 4 (1999), an unexpected visitor came to my house. It was a dog. A female dog. My mum had always against me bringing a puppy back to my home. But surprisingly, to [...]

I was eighteen years old, and a senior in high school. I only attended school for a half a day in my senior year, having taken as many extra courses as was permitted. There was an adult movie theatre in town (in those days they showed the old "nudie cuties" but they were very exciting to an eighteen year old with a perpetual erection. I used to go to the theatre every thursday afternoon, the day the new features started. I would sit in the theatre, watch all I could stand and then jack-off two or three times before catching the bus home. Pretty standard behavior for a teen-ager but still very exciting.One particular afternoon I was watching a film allegedly about nurses, and some janitor at the hospital who had a way of catching them in the nude. A real farce now, but bold for the times. I

come, come, whoever you areours is not a caravan of despair.come, come, whoever you arethis caravan has no despair.even though you have broken your vowperhaps ten thousand timesyet come again, come again,whoever you are, come!wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving, come!. Rumi .Rumi's call is timeless and the whirling dervishes still carry the singing the echo of that call which welcomes without discrimination the whole of humanity to Divine Remembrance, to invite God into the inner heart again and again.Mevlana Jalauddin Rumi, probably the most loved poet of love in the east and west alike is coming here, in Los Angeles! Come next week, Southern Californians have a rare opportunity to enter this circle of love as the Mevlevi Order of America presents the prayer-dance (sema) of Rumi at UCLA's Royce Hall. The timeless whirling dervishes and musicians are coming all the way from the magnificent land of Turkey, significantly the land where geographically east and west of the world unite

This is pretty much a re-run of the post I made the last two years, but my feelings and intent remain the same:I want to make sure I pay my respects to the over 2,400 members of the U.S. Armed Forces, and citizens of Hawaii, that lost their lives on this day 65 years ago, in one of the most violent attacks on U.S. soil. As President Roosevelt said at that time:Yesterday, December 7th, 1941 -- a date which will live in infamy -- the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.Listen to the whole address: Roosevelt Speech Dec. 8 1941 USS Arizona,USS West Virgina,      USS Nevada, & at the airfieldA sad day indeed. May all those who perished on that day, rest in peace.....

The memorial “Places of Remembrance”, created by the artist Renata Stih and the art historian Frieder Schnock, consists of 80 street signs, presenting anti-Jewish laws and regulations under Nazi rule. One side of each such sign shows a picture, the other a piece of anti-Jewish legislation.

The memorial “Places of Remembrance”, created by the artist Renata Stih and the art historian Frieder Schnock, consists of 80 street signs, presenting anti-Jewish laws and regulations under Nazi rule. One side of each such sign shows a picture, the other a piece of anti-Jewish legislation.

I was born and raised in San Francisco, the most beautiful city in the world, and home to the San Francisco Giants and San Francisco 49ers. During my Frisco days I went through many phases in my life; I embraced and then discarded many fads, but there was always one constant: My allegiance to my [...]

Remember when Joseph said to his father: O my father! Verily, I dreamt eleven stars and the sun and the moon, I saw them prostrating themselves to me. He (the father) said: "O my son! Relate not your vision to your brothers, lest they arrange a plot against you. Verily! Satan is to man an open enemy! Thus will your Lord choose you and teach you the interpretation of dreams and perfect His Favor on you ... Verily, in Joseph and his brethren, there were signs for those who seek. The Quran, Sura Joseph, 12:4, 5, 6, 7.And Joseph raised his parents to the throne and they fell down before him prostrate. And he said: "O my father! This is the interpretation of my dream aforetime! My Lord has made it come true! ... "My Lord! You have indeed bestowed on me of the sovereignty, and taught me the interpretation of dreams;" ... The Quran, 12:100, 1011.Dream is such a mysterious phenomena! until recently in human history it has always been part of occult or esoteric spectrum of knowledge. Mystics, p

Yahya related to me from Malik that Ziyad ibn Abi Ziyad said that Abu’d-Darda had said, “Shall I not tell you the best of your deeds, and those that give you the highest rank, and those that are the purest with your King, and are better for you than giving gold and silver, and better for you than meeting your enemy and striking their necks?” They said, “Of course.” He said, “Remembrance (dhikr) of Allah ta ala.” (Imam Malik: Muwatta Book 15 No 15.7.24) Malik related to me from Nuaym ibn Abdullah ibn al-Mujmir from AIi ibn Yahya az-Zuraqi from his father that Rifaa ibn Rafi said, “One day we were praying behind the Messenger of Allah, (SAW), when the Messenger of Allah, (SAW), raised his head from ruku and said, ‘Allah hears the one who praises Him’ (Sami Allahu liman hamidah). A man behind him said, ‘Our Lord, praise belongs to you - blessed, pure and abundant praise’ (Rabbana wa laka’l hamd kathiran tayiban

I received this via e-mail from a cousin who works at Boeing: Subject: A Different Christmas (and Thanksgiving) PoemThe embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,Transforming the yard to a winter delight.The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then thesure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,And I crept to the door just to see who was near.Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,A lone figure stood, his f

              Today we remember those people who have given their lives to making the world a better place. Lest We Forget In Flanders Field By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.     Remembrance Day 2007  

So Remembrance Day, 2007, it always seems to roll around so quickly - and how quickly we all seem to forget the debt we owe those who have fought and died for us to live comfortable and peaceful lives at home in the UK. I don't want to get into the legality of the current conflicts in Iraq, nor the issue of us being in Afghanistan, what matters on Remembrance Day is that we all remember what we owe to those who have sacrificed there lives for us - whether we asked them to or not - and for the sacrifice which is still going on today by the members of our armed forces across the world. This used to be a difficult time for me, coming from a mixed English and Irish upbringing - (especially when I was younger and trying to understand which 'side' I was on) - as I've got older this has got a lot easier. On Remembrance Day, more than any other time, I'm not English and I'm not Irish - I'm both. It's often not remembered that in 1916, the same

Something I didn't know was that the Crewe and Nantwich Borough Council keep a remembrance book at the Crematorium. Not just service personnel, all members of the borough are entered into the book. Each day, the book is opened to show the list of people who died on that day in years past. Andy Scoffin sent this picture that shows his Nan, Florence Broadhurst, beautifully written for all to see. A superb way to celebrate someone's life, properly remembered each and every year for ever...

There was a great mix of people at the Remembrance Day ceremony at Crewe's Municipal Square. Forces, kids, schools, old soldiers, council representatives and general passers by. Some formally dressed, others in day-to-day clothes just there to pay respects. A sombre day but smiles were evident across the main square and along the parade route. It was a celebration. I grabbed snaps from all angles, multiple locations. If you'd like any photos (compressed image or larger file) then please drop me a line at creweblog@hotmail.co.uk and I send 'em via t'internet. If you have arrived here from an Internet search then please click here to return to Crewe blog home page...

In Flanders Fields Remembrance Day is designed to remember the sacrifices of members of the armed forces and civilians in times of war, especially the First World War. While we remember those who gave their life for the freedom we enjoy today, we should also spare a thought for the humiliating and degrading treatment meted out to the elderly who fought for us by our National Health Service. I once had the pleasure and honour of meeting Lady Diana Gibson Watt, a lady who was larger than life and who told me the various tales of the war. I believe she was also the lady who told me that it was important to raise the concerns over elderly care I knew of to the media in the year 2000. She told me " If you don't do it, no doctor will". She invited me to tea but she tragically died before I could meet her again. She fought in the war and told me about the community spirit that existed and how modern times now have ripped the respect for one another. I liked our chats while she munched croiss

Remembrance Day est le jour du souvenir. Connu sous ce nom là en Australie, au Canada et au Royaume-Uni, on l’appelle aussi le Poppy Day à Malte et en Afrique du Sud, ainsi que le jour de l’Armistice en France, en Nouvelle-Zélande et dans d’autres pays (c’est d’ailleurs ce nom là, le nom historique). Comme vous l’aurez deviné, le jour du souvenir est un jour de commémoration des morts pour la patrie lors des dernières guerres, et notamment ceux de la première guerre mondiale. Il a lieu le 11 novembre, en souvenir de la signature de la fin de la guerre 14-18. Et même si ce jour n’est pas férié ici (il ne l’est qu’en France, tout comme le 8 mai), on n’en oublie pas les morts pour la patrie pour autant, et la patrie entière observe 2 minutes de silence à 11h (oui oui, le 11/11 à 11h). Les anglais disent two minutes of silence at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month (2 minutes de silence à la

For The FallenWith proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted; They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam.But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden f

I've managed to get a few good shots from elevated positions around the town over the last few months. On Monday I was allowed onto the balcony at the Municipal buildings (cheers to Jo and others) to grab a few snaps of the revamped formal square. I took a few (as you can imagine), but the one above shows the fabulous pathways created to take people around the memorial (pictured below) which is just to the right of the image. You can see the law courts (left), police station (centre), library (centre, right) and Christ Church (top right). A lot of Crewe folk were against the move, but over a year on surely most agree that it was the best solution - especially given that the Market Square will soon become a building site? Oh, and don't forget it's Remembrance Sunday this weekend...

R emembering . . . A week ago today one of my special friends, Angela, said hello and good-bye too soon to her little son at 15 weeks gestation. Thankfully she was able to deliver him and be able to...

I had to remove another post today when I realized it was far too inappropriate for September 11th. Because I believe we should honor the memories of those who died that day and reflect back on this, the 6th anniversary of 9/11.When I think back to 9/11 I remember exactly what I was doing when I found out; just as I’m sure all of you do. What I remember most, however, is that palpable fear that spread through my body with each report of another assault on our country. I too couldn’t be pried from the coverage as I wondered how I could protect my then newborn son from terrorism. I imagined running from those crumbling buildings with him in my arms. I imagined fleeing the Pentagon, frantically pushing him in a stroller. I imagined sitting on a plane, trying to sooth him with a trembling whisper. In a weakened moment I felt helpless and lost.That is, until the news coverage began to unearth the true nature of our country. We heard about the firefighters and EMT who ran towards those s

Dear Daddy, I feel like we haven't talked in such a long time. I am so tired, my days so full, that I am slumbering before I can muster my thoughts. I used to pray, but I replaced those prayers with conversations with you. Somewhere in the netherworld between sleep and wakefulness, I would tell you about my day and ask for your advice on what troubled me. I didn't know how to talk to God

On Saturday (August 25), all Aaliyah fans are welcome to gather in remembrance of the singer at Rosewood Mausoleum in Hartsdale, New York. A candlelight vigil honoring Aaliyah's memory will be held at her Weeping Willow Tree, located in Central Park

After I posted my Karl Rove Mad magazine Photoshop, I decided to go back and look at some of my older Photoshop efforts that included Herr Turd Blossom. Just click the "thumbs" to see the full size.By the way, if anyone can tell me how to insert a table into blogger without the long gap between text and table, I would appreciate it.

It's a very interesting item...A $20Bill creates remembrance of America's Tragedy- September 11, 2001.Follow the directions:1. Fold a $20 bill in half so that you see the top half of the reverse side.2. Fold the left half away from you as shown. 3. Fold the right half so that the burning Pentagon is revealed. 4. Flip the bill over to see the World Trade Center.

. If the name of the Divine is uttered even once with the tongue, it is the remembrance of the tongue; if the Divine is remembered once with the heart, then that is equal to thirty five million utterances (dhikr, remembrance) of the tongue. Such is the dhikr of the heart. There are 35 million blood vessels in the body, and all are connected to the heart. If the Divine’s name is uttered even once (with the heart) then all the vessels utter it too.. In a river, a boat travels on the water and the greater the amount of water, the more at ease the boat will be. However if that very water enters the boat, it will capsize. The heart is as the boat and the sorrows and heartaches of the world are the water; everyone’s boat has sunk except that of the people of God - those who keep the remembrance - which always stays afloat.. God the Most High has created the heart for His remembrance, and has not created it for worries.. The body has been given to use, and not to nourish and make fat: You

In Flanders Fields By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)Canadian Army IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blowBetween the crosses row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe:To you from failing hands we throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies growIn Flanders fields.

In Flanders FieldsBy John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, fly.Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved, and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe:To you from failing hands we throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies growIn Flanders fields. On this day that we have set aside, to honor our fallen comrades, remember the sacrifices that were and are still being made today. Remember the soldier sitting in 120 degree weather, battling the generators, desperately trying to keep cool. Remember him/her as he/she lays in bed at night dreaming of their loved one's left behind. Remember them, as they are awakened in the middle of the night by the whistling of a round attacking them under the cover of darkness.

I remember a time when our tax dollars were spent on a war on poverty. I remember a time when torture and death squads were third world horrors, and we tried to stop them. I remember a time when planes didn’t arrive in the dark of night, filled with coffins that no one was supposed to see. I remember a Constitution and a Bill of Rights. I remember a time when War must be declared by the Congress. I remember a time when gasoline was not considered worth dying for. I remember a time when sovereign nations were sovereign. I remember a time when there was peace at our borders, in our airports, and in our schools.I remember America.And I weep.Waging peace,Diane S.

In Israel, at any given moment, horns beep at intersections the moment the yellow flashing light joins the red light, the signal that a green light is coming. Drivers insist on moving forward, push th...

כ"ו בניסן תשס"זExcerpt from T. Thorn Coyle's Evolutionary Witchcraft:There are other practices you can do throughout the day to remind yourself to ground, center and bring yourself fully into the moment at hand. My favorite is to create "keys" for myself. These keys are attention tricks that remind me of my spiritual life and my reasons for attempting to work on my self. My most effective key is to pause and really notice every time I am about to put my hand on a doorknob. I will take a breath, look at the knob, feel my body, and let a calm space open up inside as I reach for and turn the knob. This can be done in about five seconds. Another key I use is to notice my butt and thighs in the chair as I am sitting at my computer. This reminds me to stay in my body, anchored to my breath, and not let my mind spin off in disconnected fantasies that eat my energy.You can key your reminders to turning on the lights or opening the refrigerator or drinking a glass of water. A key sh

I don't visit the llama pen like I used to since Jim and IJ are their primary caretakers. Yesterday when taking Diesel out, I got the idea to visit them. I hadn't been down in a while, so I looked forward to seeing the llamas again.Everyone seemed to be doing well, except Moxie was missing. I scanned the pen. There in the left bay he lay still. Too still.I maneuvered over the messy ground to see him better. The first time I'd seen llamas lie down I'd thought they were dead until I realized they were sun bathing. Moxie, however, wasn't in the sun, and I couldn't see him breathing. As I started to dial Jim on my cell phone, Moxie's eyes moved. Relieved, I talked to him, but he didn't lift his head as usual. Jim had said months before Moxie wasn't doing well. His gait had worsened.When we'd first brought Moxie home two years ago, he had already contracted Meningeal Worm disease from deer feces at his last home. The owners had found and treated it in time, but the affects were ir

In Flanders' Fields In Flanders' Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders' Fields. Take up our quarrel [...]

At the Remembrance Day assembly at my school today, there was a powerpoint presentation prepared by one of the teachers, who happens to be a left-leaning Green party supporter. I didn't expect much that would qualify as "supporting veterans" or "supporting the troops", and there wasn't. Instead, he chose to interview a few students and their relatives' experiences in war. None of those relatives were actual soldiers in the war.Now, of course we can't forget about those who witnessed war in their own land and lost many relatives because of that. But what about the men and women that served in the armed forces and those that do today? What about their sacrifices and their losses? Those were conveniently shoved aside. Come to think of it, very little of the brief event had to do with the actual people who fought in war.The teacher didn't hesitate to put an image of George Bush bouncing around on the screen though. I guess he likes playing around with Powerpoint features. A lot of peo

Remembrance Day falls on November 11th in Canada and other Commonwealth countries to pay respect to the fallen soldiers who fought in the wars past and present. Normally, I would be wearing a poppy around this time, but in Seoul I have not been able to find a the Royal Canadian Legion. Usually I would be at home right now watching the Remembrance Day Parade on TV.In Flanders' Fields - John McCrae

Last week the children and I watched the movie “Paperclips”. If you’ve never heard of this story please go to their website and read about it. They explain much better than I ever could. I have always been interested in the Holocaust- all aspects of it. For me it has been a lifelong struggle to understand how so much evil can exist and how so many can suffer because of close-minded views and hatred. Each time I read a new story, see a new movie, meet a Holocaust survivor I truly feel a deep pain in my heart. I think this more than anything else has brought me to tears too many times to count. So much lost and for what? What is even sadder is that our world seems to not have learned much of anything from it all. Racism, Anti-Semitism, and Hate still reign supreme in the world today. We dishonor the millions of lives lost each time we refuse to learn and grow.One thing that stuck with me about the movie (besides the immensity of it all) was the fact that during World War II, Norweg

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old,age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.At the going down of the sun, and in the morningWe will remember them.In Flanders Fields by Lt. Col. John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Candadian ArmyIn Flanders fields the poppies blowbetween the crosses row on rowthat mark our place; and in the skythe larks, still bravely singing fly,scarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days agowe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,loved and were loved, and now we liein Flanders fields.Take up our quarrel with the foe:to you from failing hands we throwthe torch; be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us who diewe shall not sleep, though poppies growin Flanders fields.