Showing posts with label We Are One. Show all posts
Showing posts with label We Are One. Show all posts

November 04, 2024

HOLD THE LIGHT ~ Blog4Peace 2024


Tomorrow, the United States will hold one of the most divisive and consequential elections in its history.  The outcome may not be known for days, and it may be questioned for weeks or more.  The next U.S. President will have worldwide impact.  

Many states also have critical ballot initiatives, constitutional amendments, and are choosing who they will send to the Senate and the House of Representatives.  And choosing to fill state and local community offices.

Once all is said and done, it is really not over.  As responsible citizens, we cannot just turn away for another two years or four years thinking "well, I voted, I did my part". That is not enough.

HOLD THE LIGHT     

All lead busy lives, but one has to make room to stay if not politically active, at the barest minimum "politically aware".  It has taken time for the political arena to evolve to the corruption, the cruel discourse, the mis-and-disinformation so common today, and it is on the shoulders of all, it cannot be laid at the feet of one party or one person.  There are those who use it more boldly, loudly, frequently, but all use it.  As a citizen and a voter, we can and must hold each and every person we elect ~ each and every person we vote for ~ accountable.  We must HOLD THE LIGHT toward them, to what they say, to what they do.  Otherwise, that vote was no more that a mark on a piece of paper.  

If you live outside the "megapolis" that has become the cities of Washington, DC and Baltimore, MD along the I-95 North corridor toward New York, you may not be aware of the furor that rose recently when the venerable WASHINGTON POST (owner, Jeff Bezos/Amazon) spiked the editorial endorsing Kamala Harris for President.  He did this 11 days before the election.  He wrote, as did CEO William Lewis trying to justify/explain the decision.  Poorly.  Causing multiple resignations from the Editorial board and renowned staff journalists, and to date losing over 250,000 subscribers cancelling in protest.  

This from the newspaper that won a Pulitzer Prize for "ATTACK" its coverage of the January 6, 2021 insurrection.  And has endorsed other candidates in this election cycle.

The WASHINGTON POST banner carries the line: Democracy Dies In Darkness

And it will.  Unless each and every one of us HOLD THE LIGHT up to it.  As individuals, demanding it from our leaders, demanding truth from the media, not allowing only the deep-pockets to speak for us.  I've been a regular reader of the Washington Post for just over 60 years, even subscribing during the years that I lived out of the DC/Baltimore metro area.  But many more years have been lived and worked in this area than anywhere else, and I call this home, with pride. And I want to hang onto that pride.  Not to see it diminished by politicians and government "leaders" who come to work on behalf of themselves, seeking power and money with no real love of country or their fellow citizens within.  So, yes, we must HOLD THE LIGHT up to all in power, or yes, our DEMOCRACY will DIE IN DARKNESS.   





November 11, 2022

MARCUS LUTTRELL and RANGER

Decorated Navy SEAL Marcus Luttrell makes his mark as a motivational speaker, a best selling author, and podcaster.  Marcus' legend began during Operation Red Wing in June 2005, during a covert mission that tragically took the lives of nine brother SEALS and 16 others sent to rescue his group from a gunfire ambush by the Taliban in Afghanistan.  Alone, wounded, and near death, Marcus' miraculous story of perseverance lives on in the world-renowned book and film "Lone Survivor."  This American hero recovered physically, but the invisible wounds of post-traumatic stress (PTSD) linger.

There's is nothing like the skilled, affectionate, and healing magic of a dog.  In 2008, Marcus was paired with a service dog Rigby, who provided respite from the persistent emotional fallout of PTSD until his passing in 2021.  Now, Marcus enjoys the company of another perfect match ~ emotional support dog Ranger.  Full of eager energy and affection, Ranger offers his companionship and unconditional love.

Ranger adores people and other dogs and can't get enough time outside in nature.  Empathetic and sensitive to the emotions of those around him, he intuitively responds to his handler's needs.  With Ranger by his side, Marcus serves as a role model for other veterans, reaching out and inspiring others all around the world.

Ranger was raised by Isabel Adamus.


In October 2020, Ranger was received by my granddaughter, Isabel from Southeastern Guide Dogs in Florida, a young Labrador pup at the time.  He would live with her, and her family for one year.  Her responsibility was to train and socialize him, to have him as her companion 24 hours a day, seven days a week.  He needed to be with her for all her activities.  He would live with her family, which included two active and energetic Samoyeds.  And she would take him out in environments where he would interact with other people, animals and situations, all while she was in her third year of college.  



In October 2021, Ranger was returned to Southeastern Guide Dogs, where he received additional training.  We are certainly proud of Ranger, and I am proud of my granddaughter having taken on this important task.  All manner of support dogs, and other support animals provide valuable service to so many.

Today, though, most importantly, we recognize the valuable service of our many Veterans, not just here in the United States, but also in Canada and the United Kingdom as they observe Remembrance Day.  This day honors our soldiers of all time, those no longer with us, those who serve now, and those who are here at home, perhaps recovering. And those who may be waiting for the call to serve.  It is because of them that we have what we have ~ it is called democracy and freedom, may it last.

 


November 04, 2022

September 09, 2022

ELIZABETH II


An extraordinary woman who led an extraordinary life.
The world thanks you as it mourns you.

Elizabeth II


 

March 04, 2022

March 4, 2022


Zoolatry will be on pause for a short time.

 

September 11, 2021

January 21, 2021

THANKFUL THURSDAY

Yesterday, Mom and I watched all day long as our new President and Vice President were inaugurated.  And for us, as we believe for many, what a beautiful and extraordinary day it was. We are very thankful for yesterday, we are thankful for today and the days that lie ahead.  For us, the words spoken by all were full of hope and promise, the words began to close the door on too many days that had turned into weeks, months and years of lies, anger and hatred.  

A dear and good friend, had once reminded Mom that January is named for Janus, the god of beginnings in Roman mythology.  The god who represented doorways, openings ~ whose face could both reflect on the past while looking toward the future. 

Yesterday we welcomed a good man and a good woman as our leaders, supported by thousands of others.  We are thankful for all of them and pray for God to bless them each and every day as they fight to right the wrongs that have come into our lives, as they fight to overcome injustice that has befallen far too many.  And each of us has a responsibility to fight with them.  As we do so, do not forget the past while working for a better future.  Our new president said, "to heal, we must remember."  The door has opened, it is the choice of each to walk through.



 

January 07, 2021

THOUGHTS on this THANKFUL THURSDAY

Yesterday I sat atop our polka-dot chair.  Mom below, she barely left the chair throughout the day.  Sometimes I would see a tear roll down her cheek.  Sometimes I saw her shoulders rise and fall and heard a deep sigh. Other times I would hear a louder cry of No, No.  Or see her hand clench and pound the arm of the chair.  I did not understand this day.  Why, I asked.  And then she told me her story.


June ~ college behind me, career ahead.  It was 1964 and loaded with luggage I got off the Amtrack train at Union Station, Washington, DC.  Stepping outside, my first ever sight of the Capitol of the United States, I said with excitement and equal amounts of trepidation ... "the White House is beautiful!" What an embarrassed and foolish young woman I was.  Though time worked its magic and I learned and grew and changed.

I did not work in government, or politics, or live within the city.  But it became my home and I spent more years of my adult life in the nation's Capital and communities around than anywhere else.  Close and dear friends were deeply involved in the political arena.  So many memories of so much remain within . . .   

The slow walk through the rotunda when Hubert Humphrey lay in state.  Several inaugural parades.  The riots of 1968, being in my office, escorted out to safety by a DC policeman, arriving back at my apartment hours later and photographing smoke rising around the Washington Monument as Washington was on fire.  Over the years, extraordinary fireworks celebrating the 4th of July and getting stuck in traffic jams afterwards.  The building over years of the metro system and it's disruption of daily life.  Totally enthralled by the Redskins (taboo name in later years) football team, attending games, being a member of their Monday Morning Quarterback Club and actually meeting players, just loving it all!  The friend who was scheduling secretary for First Lady Rosalyn Carter and often invited me to join her for lunch in the staff lunchroom at the White House, giving bits of a private tour afterwards. Always exploring every museum and sight this city offers.  FONZ, Friend of the National Zoo, volunteering on animal behavior watch. Looking out my office window to see the roof of the White House and the south lawn, an amazing view in every season of the year. The years of my "twenties" passed ~ first with roommates, then being able to afford my own apartment.  Indulging myself, having fun, exploring photography and skiing and motorcycling and travel to Europe.  And even, with a close friend deciding to volunteer time and having our own Girl Scout Brownie Troop.  

As those ten years neared a close, I met and married the man I would share my life with in a Catholic church in Georgetown.  During the next few years our two children were born in a hospital in Washington, DC.  In later years, with sorrow but with love we were there as their grandfather was buried with honors at Arlington National Cemetery.  Family and friends moved away, new friends came into our lives.  As so many we knew chose to visit our nation's Capital over the years that followed, we became hosts and tour guides and came to know this city even better.  And as our children grew, we shared with them it's history, it's majesty, it's beauty and it's meaning.

The time came when we moved on, our lives had changed and for the next twenty years we lived in several different homes in several states.  The children grew, went to college, married, and beautiful grandchildren blessed our lives now. Then life changed again and my husband passed on, crossing his bridge alone into a place I was not yet meant to be part of.  My heart did not know if this was an end or a beginning, though my mind knew it was both. Albeit difficult in a time of sorrow, I focused on the beginning and returned to our nation's Capital, living now in the Maryland suburbs, and was soon able to once again enjoy all the offerings of this extraordinary place.  I have been here now, what I believe and feel is truly my home for nine years, even though a few months ago, moving to another residence.  

June ~ yesterday, I was transfixed, immobile.  Sad and heartbroken.  Angry and hurt.  This place: this place of history and majesty and beauty and meaning!  It is not just my home.  It is our home.  Ours.  Whether one has been here personally, or only seen it in books or on television. Yes, ours, yours.  We should be shedding tears, we should feel shame that others have acted as they have.  And yet we should not point fingers of blame for all share blame for some measure of acceptance if only by silence.  There are sins of commission and sins of omission.

Today let us be thankful that it is not yesterday.  Be thankful it is a new day.  As each new day will come to us.  That is reality.  A new day will come for every one of us and we each have the choice to choose rightness on that day, to be on the side of good, to loudly cry NO, no more of yesterday. Be thankful for today.  


Our apologies, but we will not be able to visit or comment with our blogging friends today.


November 04, 2020

DONA NOBIS PACEM 2020


 In our upside down world sharing kindness, showing care of those who walk along
beside us and those who remain in the shadows of life, speaking a word of warmth and not turning
a blind eye, giving where there is a need ~ the small steps that may begin to turn us right side up.
Peace.  Today.  Tomorrow.  It is not that hard.

July 09, 2020

THANKFUL THURSDAY


There are days when the bright skies of blue are broken by times of dark clouds.  When it feels the world is not so wonderful.  I wander, camera in hand.  I do see trees of green, and in the grass of green, frozen and frightened, a small bunny.  And my dark cloud is gone for a moment as I take in his beauty, the wonder and magic in this moment, and his place in our world.  He made my world wonderful again and I am thankful.  And I remember the beautiful words of my favorite song ... today is the Thankful Thursday Blog Hop at Brian's Home.

July 04, 2020

THE 4th of JULY



How you choose to honor matters not.
All that matters is liberty and justice for all.

For All.


June 07, 2020

A SPECIAL SUNDAY SELFIE






Zoolatry has always been a blog posting for pets, family and friends.
Yet there are times when I feel it is important to step away and focus on what else matters to me.
I have lived in the Washington, D.C. metro area for thirty-years, coming here just
after college, leaving for a few years, returning again.
I love this town ~ it's beauty, it's history, and yes, even it's politics though they often upset and anger me! 
There is a vitality and an excitement here that I never found elsewhere. 
Though recent years have certainly tarnished the image of our Nation's Capital city. 
I cannot help but maintain faith that the goodness of our people will bring life back to what it should be,
what it needs to be. As I believe
will happen for our country in its entirety, as I pray for it to happen.
Today though I want to thank and compliment the Mayor of Washington, D.C. for her courage,
and her strength and when so many with power have stayed silent, for her choice to speak out. 
To speak loud and clear.
Thank You, D.C. Mayor Muriel E. Bowser

April 10, 2020

SHARE A SMILE


Going On A Bear Hunt!

"All 'Round The World"

What's In Your Window?

Share A Smile With Passers-By!

Rockville, Maryland, USA, 4.10.2020


September 13, 2019

FRIENDS FRIDAY ~ What A Wonderful World



The words of this song have always had so much meaning for me.  
It was played at my wedding, and at so many other times throughout my life.  
Of course, admittedly I've most loved hearing the magical voice of Louis Armstrong sing it!  

And these words have been in my mind over recent days, thinking of all of you ~ 
who have reached out to me with prayers, comforting words, friendship, love and gifts of support.  

You ~ "the colors of the rainbow ~ on the faces of people going by" ~ 
We, sharing much on our journeys through life, through these pages,
yet rarely meeting to touch, to "shake hands", yet always giving to one another.

If you have not yet heard from me personally, believe me, I am writing, one by one by one ... 

Yes, I think to myself ... What A Wonderful World

Love, Ann

August 07, 2019

June 14, 2019

FLAG DAY 2019

Flag Day
2019

It Is The Soldier
written by
Charles M. Province
U.S. Army
© 1970-2010