November 04, 2024
HOLD THE LIGHT ~ Blog4Peace 2024
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.
November 04, 2022
September 09, 2022
ELIZABETH II
The world thanks you as it mourns you.
Elizabeth II
May 30, 2022
March 04, 2022
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 20, 2021
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.
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.
November 04, 2020
DONA NOBIS PACEM 2020
July 09, 2020
THANKFUL THURSDAY
July 04, 2020
June 07, 2020
A SPECIAL SUNDAY SELFIE
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