Pause and reflect with me this morning as we honor those who served past, present and future.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.”
The one “thing” that keeps us writing is the friendships we have developed over the past year with you, our dear readers. All of us have different backgrounds, yet we also share a great deal in common.
Grown up chat time amongst close friends.
Many well-intentioned blog-o-sphere peeps common belief is that: If they buy the right book, find the right workout program, discover the proper weight-loss program, employ the right combination of body spray, dress in the latest seasonal Lululemon colors, eat organic fruit from Whole Foods … While also having the latest gadget, having the best yoga mat in class, chanting the best mantra, eating gluten-free, pressing the right pressure-points while foam rolling and breathing the proper way chomping on a veggie burger? Everything in their nettlesome lives will be perfect.
Here’s the truth between friends.
If you drink more than a liter of water a day, find nice shoes that fit, and go for a walk daily (even when it’s nasty outside), only THEN will all of our life’s mysteries and problems be solved.
We know you don’t want to hear this next series of thoughts, tough luck! We, YOU and the peeps behind you. Spend too much of our day, day dreaming and writing witty blog posts on why our lives seem so oddly out of balance. We want to make life better for those we love. We also want to improve the world we call home and give it the wisdom of what we have to offer. We want to know how to do “something” better and we look to those who will provide guidance.
Here’s the problem: We spend so much time giving advice to others that we simply forget about ourselves.
The advice we give only satisfies the recipients appetite for so long, then the hunger strikes again. Wanting better, fresher and smarter advice than the day before. A vicious cycle begins …
Do you truly want to know how to improve across all areas of your life? From doing the wash to performing a kipping pull up?
Bloom – Blossom – Flourish
Roll up your sleeves and get dirty …
Link of the Day: From Sea to Shining Sea
Today’s program is likely the hardest one we have ever done. If you would like to know more about it please email us at:
You should eat a gluten-free, vegan diet and wash it down with some refreshing coconut water. Boot camps are for the weak at mind, X-Fit is where it’s at. Pilates is for soccer moms and Yoga is for, well … If you ever needed advice? You won’t find it here friends. Be well today and ENJOY!!!