Dancing to the Rhythm of the Wind

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Happy Veteran's Day! Veterans Day is the day set aside to thank and honor all those who served honorably in the military - in wartime or peacetime. Veteran's Day is meant to honor the living.

For the first time in nearly 100 years, and as part of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier Centennial Commemoration, the public was able to walk on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier Plaza and lay flowers in front of the Tomb yesterday and today, November 9 and 10, 2021. source

The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier Centennial Commemoration Public Flower Ceremony, was a two-day event that was open to the public. Visitors were able to personally pay their respects to the Unknown Soldiers. This is a rare opportunity for the public to walk next to the Tomb—a privilege otherwise given only to the Sentinels of the 3rd U.S. Infantry Regiment, “The Old Guard.” Out of respect for the solemity of the ceremony,there was no camera.

For Veterans Day, here is a list of freebies and discounts for Active Duty Military and Retired Veterans, click here.

Autumn is blowing her leaves about and the days have turned back towards Spring once more. The beauty of these moments never escape me. I put together some words and autumn tonight. It is almost gone, so I am trying to use it all up.

It is raining sunshine on this beautiful autumnal moment, let me dance to the rhythm of the wind, leaves swaying in the breeze. These small acts speak of the many days ahead, yet there is no warmth in her words.

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A woodland walk among the leaves
Guided by the gentlest breeze
Branches so golden and roots, deep still in the earth
Shading my life from the decades that are spinning
Until
One day
My tall, sturdy knight
Standing through the weather
the seasons of life
In this world that I had created
An all-knowing sense
Of truth as we know it

Littering the Earth

Converging into one

Oh, cover me with a blanket of your memory
Where your name is engraved on my soul, oh my soul
Whisper softly into the wind
Caressed by morning light

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They want to be picked. They yearn to be loved. Shouldn't we all want to be? There must be a flower. Always a flower. #alwaysaflower to color my world.

The enigmatic peak of color rose to glory in the Shenandoah National Park. It has come, and some of it is already gone. More than a Few have faded or taken to blowing the way of the wind, gently cascading on the mountaintops, but, it was still worthy of another look-see. Soon, we will hear old winter's song, but, just for the moment, the hills are alive with color.

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t's not about the presents my friends, it is about family and friends. In keeping with the Christmas Countdown, I give you one seasonal picture and the day count! There are 44 days 00 hours 47 minutes and 27 seconds.

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All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.

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The Naming of Cats

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

TS Elliot