Memorial Day Memory

Memorial: anything meant to help people remember

In the US we celebrate Memorial Day, set aside for the dead from all of our wars, with remembrance and barbecues. I will enjoy both and envision a world at peace.

On Memorial Day my grandmother cut all the flowers in the yard behind our house. Here is a painting done long after all moved away.

She filled the back of the car with them and the scent of peonies and lilacs. We’d drive out of town, down the country road, past the country club and into the Rockville Cemetery.

We left bouquets on the graves of generations of Bouics, Peters, Vinsons and Evans’s while she told me things about them I’ve long forgotten.

Headstones for my father, aunts, uncles, cousins and some of my mothers ashes mark their lives and their passing there now too.

I remember my grandmother’s love. How hard her life was. How she worked to make things better for everyone she knew. I honor her and thank her for raising me, though I did not then.

My father was a gentle sober man and a violent alcoholic. He lived most of his life alone, especially after he finally stayed sober for a few years before he died. I hardly knew him.

In the only real conversation we had as adults I learned he had been a Dachau Liberator in WWII. He told me about prisoners killing guards and his fellow GI’s laughing and cheering. He understood the prisoners, he said, but not his buddies. He worked on Eisenhower's campaign, telling me, "He'll keep us out of war; he knows what war is." I remember and honor him and his service, thankful for that story. It helped me to understand him and something about myself. 

I remember the smell of peonies and lilacs, a reminder to be happy and to thank the people whose contributions fill our lives with love—while they are still alive.

The flowers are different here in the desert but the love, gratitude and memories are the same.

May peace prevail.

Love,

Mandy

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A Little Goose for You

Sometimes you need a little goose to get you going. Here are several. They showed up by my patio. We have two regular geese who show up every year after all of the others leave. Ms. Goose sits on her eggs while they bake in 105 degree weather. Two years ago we had a very late spring and two eggs hatched.

This year four geese came back. Two made their regular nest but nobody knows where these guys came from.

You just never know when you're going to get a little goose. Thought they might brighten your day and get you going.

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day!  In the USA it's a special time to celebrate the nurturing, mothering spirit in us all. You are welcome to join us from anywhere!

As you ponder (and maybe worry about) so many choices this weekend, how about choosing to nurture the life-giving spirit inside you? Look for opportunities to bring lit-up-life to a moment.

You could:

·         Acknowledge your mother and everyone who has nurtured you. Who helped you to become the wondrous being that you are? Do they know what they mean to you?

·         Bestow patience, kindness, generosity, a sudden smile, silence, a hug, advice, a phone call or an expression of gratitude.

·         Sit quietly and send love and blessings to people you care about – and those you find it challenging to care about too!

My heart is full of gratitude for the nurturing kindness that gives us life.
Thank you for sharing these thoughts and feelings with me. I would love to hear about yours.

To the life-giving nurturing spirit in you!
Love,
Mandy

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