Me in the Middle ~ 9/11 Poem

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I just now discovered a poem I wrote on September 22, 2001 so I thought I’d share it:

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~ THEY HAVE NOT DIED IN VAIN ~

 

If we see life a bit clearer and appreciate its beauty
and glory alongside its horror and sorrow ~
They have not died in vain.

If we’ve reached out to those we love and
opened our hearts a bit more in trust ~
They have not died in vain.

If we’ve learned beyond a doubt that politics and religion
can be dividers of people as well as reconcilers of people ~
They have not died in vain

If we now know that God’s grace and love resides in the
hearts of individuals regardless of race, creed or country ~
They have not died in vain.

Freedom or fear; Love or fear; Courage or fear ~
Everyday battles fought in everyday lives.

If we can believe that the way we live our lives;
The way we treat each other;
And the way we respond to hatred and evil
will bring about change in this world ~
Then they have not died in vain.

(Dedicated to the Victims and Families of September 11, 2001)

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Photo by Thomas E. Franklin, The Record (Bergen County, NJ)

 

Reblogging ~King for a Day!

The other day I was stopped at a red light while on my way home and noticed a man standing on the corner with a sign.  This is becoming more of an everyday experience and we all respond in whatever way we believe will help.  This time I watched as drivers, one after another, stopped in traffic to give this man money instead of hastily taking off once the light turned green.  Homelessness is getting worse and this just shouldn’t be.  The everyday good souls get this! It’s like we’re all invisible and not being heard.  ‘Interesting how we, the ordinary people can see it, but the politicians can’t’

Then I came home and read this great post by The Happy Quitter.  It would be so good if we could see more and more of the changes she would like to see.

Then one of my Facebook friends, my niece, posted a YouTube Video which was written, produced and filmed by her son and other young people in a summer program recently.  It can be done and it’s great to see young people looking for positive solutions that can bring about change.

Let’s Talk Trash 2016

 

Here’s The Happy Quitter’s post ~ KING FOR A DAY

I hope you’ll follow the link to her website

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The happy Quitter!

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Being an emperor or an empress for a day, think about all the wonderful things one could do -all the rules and regulation one could change. I would make radical changes, changes that might even anger a few. 

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Me in the Middle Remembering a Dream

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Artwork from Google (jhercilia~ Wet Canvas)

HOLY GROUND

by Mary Lou

It was during a time of great crisis —–
When I had been left with the responsibility
of my family’s emotional and economic survival,
and was feeling overwhelmed with the bleak
reality of it all. I worried about earning
an income to make ends meet; about whether
I would be able to keep the house; about the
well-being of my five sons while I was at work.
Each day was filled with anxiety and anger
at being in this situation, and fear
that I would never get out of it.

One night I had a dream that remains vivid
in my memory to this day.

I was riding in bus which was hurtling down the
highway at a reckless speed. I was gripping the seat
in front of me and trying to understand
what was happening and where I was going.
Suddenly, the bus began to stop and the ride
took on a slow-motion transition up a hill
on a winding road toward a large old house.
There was a misty, grayish-blue caste over the
surrounding area.

As the bus moved closer to the house,
I saw a lone figure sitting in a chair on
the front lawn. It was an old woman with
soft, white hair and a soft, gentle face.
When she raised her eyes to meet mine, I
could see there was immense peace and love
in them. It was then that I realized that
this old woman looking up at me was me in
my old age and I was filled with peace.

I knew from that moment on that I was going
to get through ….. that I was going to be OK.

1981

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That was more than thirty years ago that I had this dream.  It stayed with me because I rarely dream that vividly nor do I look for meaning in my dreams.  I had to write it down to capture the feeling I had when I woke up remembering it.  I can still see that old woman’s face and would love to capture it in a sketch some day.

So far she hasn’t shown up and I know she’s going to appear some day in my mirror.  For now I like to think it’s this old woman who will show up when I look in the mirror.  🙂

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“It’s your outlook on life that counts.  If you take yourself lightly and don’t take yourself too seriously, pretty soon you can find the humor in our everyday lives.

And sometimes it can be a life saver.”

~ Betty White ~

Me in the Middle Thinking of Sydney

“Live, Love, Laugh”

While stopping by a local farmers market I happened to notice a shaded area up the road in a quiet grove with a single bench.  Something prompted me to take a minute and sit down to overlook the nice view of the Virginia skyline.  There was a mild breeze in the air that was a pleasant relief from the hot, humid weather we’d been having.  I found myself meditating and settling into the moment of peaceful escape.

When I got up to leave I noticed  a sign in the shape of a heart stuck in garden behind the bench.   ~”Sit and Share a Smile in Loving Memory of Sydney Aichs”~

I had heard the name before and remembered that the high school student had been tragically killed when a tractor trailer ran a red light and slammed into her car as she was pulling out onto the main roadway on her way to school.

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I found it such a peaceful spot to just sit and look out over the soccer field where Sydney played soccer when in middle school.  I thought of what a loving family and community she had to create this memorial place for her.  What a wonderful way to keep her memory alive!  Here I was, a person who had never met her, thinking about her and how her life was cut short and all her dreams would never be realized.

Now, whenever I’m in that area, I stop by to just be with her spirit and experience the calm and peace that comes from being there.

 

 

Sydney lived by the motto “Live, Love, Laugh’.  

Something each one of us can do in her memory.

♥  

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Me in the Middle of Looking Back (#FlashBack)

        
IT’S FLASHBACK FRIDAY – A TIME OF THE MONTH WHERE YOU CAN REPUBLISH AN OLD POST OF YOURS THAT MAYBE DIDN’T GET ENOUGH ATTENTION, OR THAT YOU’RE REALLY PROUD OF, OR YOU THINK IS STILL RELEVANT ETC. THIS BLOG-GO-ROUND IS HOSTED BY MICHAEL G D’AGOSTINO FROM A LIFE EXAMINED–THAT’S WHERE YOU’LL FIND THE REST OF THE PARTICIPANTS OR TO JOIN UP YOURSELF.

THE POST I’VE CHOSEN FOR THIS MONTH FIRST APPEARED ON ME IN THE MIDDLE ON November 20, 2015.  TO SEE THE ORIGINAL COMMENTS TO THAT POST YOU CAN CLICK ON THE TITLE BELOW TO BE TAKEN TO THE ORIGINAL POST. 

I CHOSE THIS POST BECAUSE I BELIEVE  IT’S STILL RELEVANT AND IT’S A MESSAGE THAT’S NEEDED IN TODAY’S WORLD WHERE SO MUCH SEEMS TO BE TAKING US IN THE WRONG DIRECTION:

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 Me in the Middle of a Virtual Cup of Coffee

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Writing 101 ~ Update my readers over a cup of coffee

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If we were having coffee right now …..

I’d tell you how awesome it is that we can connect this way and how much it means to me to be able to share with you.  Some of you are from all over the world and some are right here in the USA.  The ability to get to know you while sitting in my living room with a cup of coffee is fantastic!

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If we were having coffee right now …..

I’d share with you that this past week of seeing terrorism at work, has almost brought me to the place of hopelessness.  It almost brought me to a place of resignation that hate is winning over love.  I read this poem by a blogger I’m following and felt that she expressed exactly how I was feeling.  A human reaction to a violence that strikes out and destroys what people of good will strive to build.  Our hope is in the children growing up in this world.  We need to start there!  We need to show them and teach them that the courage to love is more powerful than cowardice of hate…………….

I Am Tired of Praying for This World ~ Thank you, Laura Lord

 

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If we were having coffee right now …..

I’d tell you I still believe in peace………… I still believe in love …………… I still believe in the goodness in most of us who chose to do the right thing.  We can’t be divided in these beliefs and straddle a fence between love and hate. 

At times like these I like to listen to the beautiful spirit of John Denver. Never stop dreaming …………………. ❤

John Denver ~ Peace Poem & Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream

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If we were having coffee right now …………

I’d want to hear your hopes and dreams.  I’d ask you what gives you strength during difficult times?  How you put aside fear and act on love?