“Never take life for granted.
Savour every sunrise because no one is promised tomorrow
or even the rest of today.”
Eleanor Brownn, American Speaker, writer, coach
We are still reeling from Friday’s horrific events; looking for a reason and finding none. It’s all anybody speaks about. If you meet someone on the street this is the first thing they mention. It’s seemingly overwhelming. How do we combat it?
We are always told that time heals’. But will it? Certainly not for those worshippers who were caught in the middle of it, and those who will never come home.
What could possibly cause someone to act in the way in which this perpetrator and his cohorts did on Friday? As a nation, we mourn with those affected and my reaction as an individual is to heap love and friendship on all I meet in the coming weeks and months. Their hatred will not overpower us.
And a reminder – Most people who died on Friday had plans for today.
End of today’s rant.
There’ll be love and laughter
And peace ever after.
Tomorrow, when the world is free
So sang Vera Lynn and many others during the Second World War. So what has gone so very wrong in the intervening years? Love and laughter has been taken over by hate and tears and the world is not free.
From this quiet and peaceful little corner of the world we have looked on at the hate and disruptions caused by the hate, taking over our world. We even have one of the Presidential candidates in the USA seemingly encouraging spread of hate at least to the other candidate, and of course to Mexican, Muslims etc etc. How can this be we ask ourselves.
Have we forgotten all that was learned at such great cost? Children are still living in areas surrounded by bombs as did we in the early 1940s. They are still being injured both physically and emotionally and the bombing now is so much worse than during the Second War. Bigger and more directed bombs and these children are right in the middle of the war.
When will we learn that we can’t keep doing the same thing and expect a different result. When will the powers that be, those in position to make a stop to these non achieving wars, accept that something has to change.
Daily on TV we see the result of the bombs on the lives of families who have done nothing more than to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And apart from the damage to the humans what about the destruction of buildings steeped in history and meaning for the population and of course, the damage to the earth. All of these things will take centuries to repair, if in fact they can be repaired and renewed.
Now is the time for us to stand up and be counted. A petition has been taken to our politicians objecting to more money being spent on sending troops to the wars. What else can we do other than sign the petitions? I don’t know but what I’m doing is spreading love and kindness wherever and whenever I can. If we all do a little, maybe something big will come out of it.
End of today’s rant.
“I believe in kindness. Also in mischief, Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.”
The rioting in London and other parts of the UK is still dominating my thoughts today. I read this insightful blog and wish that more people and particularly those in power in the United Kingdom would read it.
This woman, a deputy headmistress in a State school in London, is not afraid to say what the politicians fear to. She is black and proudly proclaims the fact. She comments on the fact that many of the rioters are young, uneducated black men. And she decries the practice of making excuses for this behaviour.
There can be no excuse for this mindless vandalism.
I make no apology for a second blog on the subject and for sounding off about it. I feel very strongly and grieve for my homeland as it goes through this terrible time.
“IF I should die, think only this of me;
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England.
There shall be in that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.”
Rupert Brooke 1887-1915.