All meaning is drained from Memorial Day, so easily. When the day it falls on is perfect and blue, Memorial Day springs from kindness and love, shared emotions and experiences, each one marking pure joy or our deepest agony.
A few holidays survive the slow, cruel passage of time. Many others become ancient, irrelevant, taboo, and forgotten.
“For the Fallen”
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill;
Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England’s foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
To those of you who have faithfully served – Thank you.
I’m not in this world to live up to your expectations and you’re not in this world to live up to mine-
It’s tough to integrate into our personal story a time in our life that turned us upside down, challenging all that we’ve known and trusted.
Story time …
I’m always looking for metaphors that might resonate with the kind readers of CultFit, as they seek to catch a second wind in their workout and lives. Some of these metaphors work, some flat-out fail and some baste themselves in the hot summer sun.
This past week, I was afforded the opportunity to talk with a friend who shares my love of being active, exploring meditation, yoga and reading. We discussed in-depth a rather interesting metaphor that resonated for both of us: The Trilogy. Some stories in literature are so complicated and involved that they require more than one book. HOLY CRAP! I was thinking Fifty Shades of Grey! While my more ed-u-ma-cated friend brought up, The Foundation by Isaac Asimov. In each book of a trilogy, characters are more fully developed and explored, secrets formerly held are brought to the reader’s attention, and plot lines unfold before our eyes.
What if you thought of your journey to being healthy as a trilogy of stories? What would each book be called?
For me, the first book in my trilogy would be called, F**k It! I can do whatever I want: In which a punk ass kid flippantly ignores the love of others in order to make himself feel like a complete bad ass. My second book would be called: Ignore the pain to succeed in life: In which an arrogant blonde haired dude ignores the pain his body provides him in order to pursue vain, self-serving goals; Ignoring family and friends at every turn. And I hope someday to call the last book in my tantalizing trilogy: Marinating in the Sauce of Life: In which an old, humble man is content to accept whatever gifts the world tosses his way.
The most uplifting, useful stories are the ones told by resilient, authentic people; Just like you. We can learn a great deal from one another here at CultFit, from the stories we passionately share … Take care this holiday weekend and please be well.
Relatives who do not understand your personality,Family and friends who look upon you with derision; Are foolish people who would call it pretty If you pierced your nose with a splinter of gold!-
Rest and Remembrance Day…
Today we give thanks to all of the brave men and women who so valiantly served past, present and future. Without your sacrifice we could not sit down this morning to write about what it means to be free. One day is not enough time to say “Thank You”…Be well and come home safely!