See you all in a couple of weeks. Tomorrow my friend and I are off to Barcelona for 10 days courtesy of my wonderful kids who gave me a surprise birthday gift of tickets for two and some spending money anywhere in Europe back in August. After some delays (ruling out the more beach type venues) we settled on Barcelona. I’ve wanted to see the wonderful architecture there since my college days (and it does have beaches so I’ll still see the sea.) I’m hopping with excitement!
I couldn’t express this better. Well worth reading!
I was dismayed to see how few places were selling poppies this year. It used to be that there was nowhere you could not buy one. This year, I had to look. And yet, in almost every town and village today, there will be poppies. Not just in this country, but in many others around the world. Paper symbols that defy the divisions created by borders and unite us in a common act of remembrance and gratitude for those who risked and gave their lives that the next generations might be born into a free world.
We do not remember some mythical conflict that glorifies the horrors of war. We remember those who fought, men and women, even animals. We remember that of those who went to war, many did not return. Some were volunteers, others conscripted…. to many were little more than children, just teenagers. All faced death, mutilation…
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Looking back on a long and somewhat unusual and adventurous life, one of the most important things for me is not how much money I have in the bank, how many of my goals I accomplished etc. No, when you become old it’s important that you have a peace with yourself, to look back and know you did the best you could. You may not always have gotten it right, but you tried. That you might have blown it a lot of times but you didn’t chicken out or pull your punches, that you lived in integrity as much as you were able.
These things bring peace in old age. I know some who do not have this peace, though they have been forgiven they find it hard to forgive themselves. We tend to lose our critics along the path of life, but our own heart ever holds the mirror.
Originally posted on Rich Proctor Photography: ? There is beauty Despite foul political winds There is beauty Removed from others selfish ends There is beauty When things don’t go our way There is beauty Even on our darkest day There is beauty When it all seems lost There is beauty When we can’t count the…