Walking away is not an option... dialogue must prevail.

"A good listener tries to understand what the other person is saying. In the end he may disagree sharply, but because he disagrees, he wants to know exactly what it is he is disagreeing with."
- Kenneth A. Wells

"I do not want the peace that passeth understanding. I want the understanding which bringeth peace."
- Helen Keller
Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts

Friday, February 19, 2010

a loss many will never fully understand...


It was with great sadness that I woke to the news that Canada's last WWI veteran, John "Jack" Babcock, had passed away yesterday at the age of 109. This news comes at a time of great joy for Canada as we host the world in the one event that used to bring armistice in wars, even if for a brief time.

Mr Babcock was born July 23rd in 1990 on a farm in Ontario, one of 13 children. He was like so many young men of that generation... he was feisty and looking to make a better life for himself. He had gone through many hardships as a young lad, his father dying when Jack was only 6 years old. He was of the generation that witnessed and took part in Canada's transition from British Dominion to Independent Nation.



At the age of 15 and a half, he enlisted in the 146th Battalion of the Canadian Expeditionary Forces (lying about his age to do so) after hearing recruitment officers quote from Tennyson's The Charge Of The Light Brigade . He was initially assigned to serve in Canada because of his age, but managed to sign up for a regiment that was headed overseas by stating he was 18. So after passing his physical, he was sent overseas to England but his fib caught up with him and prevented him from seeing active combat. Because he was under age, he was sent to the Boys Batallion, a regiment where young men were trained to fight until they were old enough to fight on the front lines. The war ended just months after he turned 18, and he never did get to fight the Germans.
He regretted not seeing combat in that war, being a "tin soldier"... it stayed with him throughout his life and so he never considered himself a true veteran of the Great War. In an interview in 2007 he said: "I think if I had a chance, I would have gone to France, taken my chances like the rest of them did. A lot of good men got killed."

The people that served in The Great War experienced war at it's most raw and the cost in human life was devastating. Sometimes I think if technology wasn't what it is today we might think twice about walking away from discussions and work towards Peace that much harder.

In the 20s, he moved to the United States and also served in the United States Army. He became a naturalized US citizen in 1946. Dual citizenship was not permitted in those days, so Mr Babcock was forced to give up his Canadian ties but never lost his love for his homeland. In April 2008, during a visit from Canadian Veterans Affairs Minister Greg Thompson, Mr Babcock said he would like to get his Canadian citizenship back. At Mr Thompson's urging, he handwrote a note to Prime Minister Stephen Harper which was hand delivered by Thompson that was reported to have said:

"Dear PM. Could I have my citizenship restored? I would appreciate your help. Thank you, John Babcock."

Governor General Michaëlle Jean granted his request and a Canadian delegation traveled to his home in Washington state for a swearing in ceremony.

"We are proud to welcome Mr. Babcock back into the Canadian family and to honour the service he gave our country," Harper said in a news release.
"He symbolizes a generation of Canadians who, in many ways, were the authors of modern Canadian nationhood." - Stephen Harper.


Mr Babcock died a Canadian citizen... as it should be.

Today, my plans changed. I traded in my red sweater, as I try to wear red on Fridays as much as I can in support for our troops, for my father's Canadian Legion sweater. I wear it proudly in their honour for I owe them so much. I can just see the welcome Mr Babcock must be receiving from his veteran comrades in Heaven. May they continue to watch over our troops and act as their guardian angels.


Rest in Peace, sir. Thank you.

"I think it would be nice if all the different people in the world could get along together so we weren't having wars. I don't suppose that'll ever happen, though."
- John Babcock

I strongly encourage you to watch the following videos from The History Channel... I did and learned a great deal about one boy's journey into manhood at a time of great change. Listening to Mr Babcock share his memories, extremely lucidly might I add, gives me an even greater desire to work for Peace.






Monday, November 9, 2009

remembering... peace... freedom

It's been an emotional journey...



I've visited so many Peace Bloggers over the past few days. I'm still not done. The great thing about that is that it means that so many participated in this community effort for Peace.



For me, the BlogBlast for Peace was the first day in what is shaping up to be a very important and moving time.



On this day, in 1938, Germany was filled with fire and hate. It was one of the worst demonstrations of the hatred that can fill a human heart... hate that comes from fear and lack of understanding - Kristallnacht. It lasted two days... but it was one event in a long series of human tragedies.

Synagogues were destroyed, windows broken... shards of glass were everywhere.



I strongly encourage you to listen to Johanna (Gerechter) Neumann, a Holocaust survivor, as she shares her account of Kristallnacht. She was just a few years younger than my daughter is now. We can never forget what hate and fear can do.




"When we Jews talk about the Torah scrolls, this is the basis of our belief. This is the basis of our observance. This is the basis of our lives. This was thrown into the streets. It was torn up. It was desecrated by hordes of people who had absolutely lost all respect of any other people’s religion. It works itself right into the fact that you hate for the sake of hating, but you really don’t know why you are hating."
-Johanna Neumann, survivor





On this day, 20 years ago... the Berlin Wall gates were opened. And a divided people felt immense hope. A much happier anniversary.



I've gathered two videos... and cried buckets in the process.

The first one, gives you a portrait of what happened during the first year. It talks of the families that were separated, the people who were killed...



This one, is about it's fall...



I remember the joy of that day. I was 20 and full of "piss and vinegar" as my Dad used to say. I was going to change the world. I think I have, in a small way. I brought a wonderful child into the world, and that's one of the most positive things a human being can do.

The Human Spirit is stronger than the concrete of a wall, than it's steel reinforcements... The Human Spirit can overcome everything.

"The remembrance of Nov. 9, 1989, not to mention the remembrance of the horrific proceedings of the (Kristallnacht) pogrom on Nov. 9, 1938, unmistakably teaches us: Walls — whether real or in the heads and hearts of people — walls do not solve any problems."
— Archbishop Robert Zollitsch, head of Germany's Bishop's Conference.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

when the soul soars... along with the body

Tuesday night, I felt sad.

Until I saw this...









I sobbed. Tears of release and joy, not sadness. To me, the precious gift Mia Michaels gave the world was a celebration of Women, of Life, of Peace... faeries, cherry blossoms, nymphs. The soft power that comes from the Sisterhood.



And when it was over, I was at Peace.

I've been talking of Peace now for a while, and I still am...

I'm reminded of the grace and comfort that women bring in times of war and strife, sorrow and struggle.



The skillful hands of the wartime nurse...

The care worker that comforts an AIDS orphan...

The Breast Cancer survivor walking for a cure...

A grandmother's hands as it sows a memory quilt...


A UNICEF worker helping mothers feed their children...

My friend Mimi...





"Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world."
- Harriet Tubman


For remarkable women everywhere...


Join the Blogblast for Peace...



Be the change...


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November 5, 2009


The Peace Globe Gallery

Monday, October 12, 2009

ripples... accidental thoughts of thanks

A holiday... and I wasn't feeling it. My daughter, The Chicklet, isn't with me. Dad is gone. Mah Honey is traveling for work. Oh, and I woke up at an unmentionable hour (it's not like I had a turkey to stuff in the oven) unable to get back to sleep. Ugh.

Life hasn't been particularly cheery this year, but I would hate myself if I didn't look for something good.

I got awesome snuggles from Sharkdog (there's magic in kissing a beagle belly), there's French Vanilla coffee in my cup, and I have bacon. I get to spend some time snuggled warmly on the couch with a blanket while I read Pride and Prejudice, again. The little things matter.

I have this picture in my kitchen... a sweet smiling face of a girl that Chicklet and I sponsor. She loves to sing and read. She's far away, in Senegal, but knows that someone cares across the ocean...




That's what matters... to help as much as you can, to care for someone you've never met, to want their well being... to hope they live in Peace.

I feel sorry for people who can't wrap their brains around the thought that they can, through small gestures, start a ripple that in the end, might seem like a righteous surfer's wave.



Through the Blogblast for Peace, we can do that. We can reach out to people all over the world, we can live as one people...

Join the Blogblast for Peace on November 5th... here in the Bloggosphere, on Facebook, Tweet for Peace even. I promise I'll be thankful if you do *smile*.





November 5, 2009


The Peace Globe Gallery

Thursday, October 8, 2009

the good stuff

This past weekend was bliss. I had my girl and Mah Honey with me. We took a lovely drive into apple orchard country, listening to The Zac Brown Band and enjoying excellent company on our way. Bliss.

And now, I've had this song in my head all morning:




You know what else would be Bliss?

Peace

For some time now, I've participated along with my bro Travis and a slew of cool bloggers in Mimi's Blogblast For Peace. It's coming soon, November 5th to be exact... join us? Please? Clickity click on this link, and start your journey for Peace... or just ask and I'll do what I can to help you.

This is why I do it...



The people I love deserve Peace.



November 5, 2009

The Peace Globe Gallery

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

"Mom, can we go?"


Chicklet and I are in the car on the way to school, listening to the classic rock station (she's picky about her music and that's just another reason why she's so awesome) and we hear about this:


at The Montreal Museum of Fine Arts.  One can sit at a white piano and play "Imagine", peek at as of yet unpublished pictures, in all 140 items graciously brought forth to Montreal by Yoko Ono, write peace wishes to be tied to Yoko's Peace tree... all this to commemorate a truly beautiful moment in time, the 1969 Peace Bed-in. In the spirit of Peace, admission will be free! Yay!



My Chicklet wants to go. And that? Makes my heart swell.

I understand that some people bear bad feelings for Yoko Ono and blame her for the breakup of The Beatles. But I see a woman who loved and was loved passionately, a woman that still carries that love in her heart. And shares her own Honey with us, and carries forth the message they believed in.


Love

Peace


Where are my Birkenstocks, flowing skirt and flower crown (I'm still totally gonna shave, though...)... I have to prepare.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Canada's favourite dancer...

Last night on SYTYCD Canada (we know we can, we KNOW!!!), Canada's Favourite dancer was crowned... and all I have to say is:

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!





I give you a moment with Canada's top 2 dancers, Allie Bertram and Nicolas Archambault, choreographed by Stacey Tooke, to "Permanent" by David Cook (YAY! How happy can a SYTYCD & AI fan be!!!)

The storyline:
A man and a woman are truly in love... but he's going to war and ultimately, there's something she hasn't told him.

A man torn between love and duty. The most moving piece I've seen of all the performances from SYTYCD.




This happens every day, folks... every day... May we find Peace, if only to avoid this kind of painful goodbye from happening ever again.

If you want to see the video that includes judges comments, click HERE.


This is what dance is all about. It's not: "were the extensions good?" , "how were the lines", "did she point her toes properly"... it's about bringing a piece to life and making you feel the emotion behind it. It's life set to music.

Félicitations Nico! Not bad for a dancer who is deaf in one ear.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Worried... but proud

First off - I need good healing vibes for Chicklet from the bloggosphere.

Before the end of the last period, my Chicklet's class (a combined 5th and 6th grade class) heads out to help the kids in kindergarden get to their buses (so no child is left behind?). So yesterday was no different. But there was a hitch. As Chicklet was running around in the big kid's playground waiting for the little ones, she twisted her ankle. It's sprained.
We'll be going to the clinic to have it checked out later on today. Icing and elevation did nothing for the swelling yesterday and she's home from school.


So please send her some good vibes, m'kay?

I think she's hoping for crutches. She already mastered the finer points of wheelchair racing when visiting her grandmother before Mom passed away.

Have you ever needed crutches? Borrowed a classmates crutches and fooled around and tried them out when you were in school?

Second...
I have a cool kid.

As I've said, Chicklet's in the 5th grade. Last week in English class (Chicklet goes to school in French and English is taught as a scond language) she learned that one of her classmates observes Ramadan. So yesterday morning, I'm guessing after mulling it over for a bit, she asked me if it would be ok if she lived a day like her classmate i.e. fast during daylight hours. What she gathered from her friend is (and I guess there are different meanings of the fast of Ramadan) that it's a small sacrifice when there are poor people who go without all year long.

How am I supposed to argue against that? I can't. So... as Chicklet is recovering from her sprained ankle, we'll find out more (may as well try and learn something while she's out of school...) and have a day of fasting this weekend.

Maybe if our kids are open and willing to learn about each other and we can avoid polluting their minds with hatred we'll watch them lead us towards Peace and Understanding. God knows we're doing a half-assed job of it.

I have a cool kid.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Dona Nobis Pacem



My dear friend and kindred spirit Mimi has invested so much of her heart and soul in this day, in these globes she has been collecting. And I love her dearly. I must be worthy of my Queen and such a noble cause.

I thought long and hard about today. I thought: "I should post something profound and inspired and wordy". Thoughts that are torture to someone like me, the non-writer. Thoughts that cause anxiety. What if... I mean... There's the distinct possibility that I'll fall short of such a monumental task. We ARE talking about bringing peace to the world, people. THE WORLD! PEACE! MOI! With a POST! *whimper* Some words I write and send out into cyberspace are meant to reach others, set off a chain reaction and inspire PEACE. -This is the point at which I start to hyperventilate and desperately look for something to keep me busy that will give me an excuse to step away from the blinking cursor (curse... how appropriate...) and my total and utter brain freeze (I have brain freeze, writers have writers' block, I have brain freeze and I didn't even get to eat some ice cream - how unfair!).

How? How do I pull this off? Me!

Think Anndi...

OK

What it all comes down to is...

Love.

Her love for her Papa and his love for her, that's how this started. A love she then shared with us all, so very eloquently and generously.

Such small gestures can make a difference... and no one is too small to impact the world. Even a few words sent out into cyberspace. Setting off a chain of events. One small marble touching another after it is cast... Like in a child's game.

"If you think you're too small to have an impact, try going to bed with a mosquito in the room."
- Anita Koddick



So... I thought I'd bring you someone else's words. These are WAY better than anything I could have come up with.

Mother Theresa said it best...


"What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family."


That's exactly it.

Home... Love... Family...

Peace!



Thank you, Mims... for everything.

Love you my friend!