On the other hand, is not limited to the constructs of either space or time, and its wisdom and workings often elude us as we try to make sense of what is happening in our lives.
I have been slowly working along with the new blog and there are a few things in which I do love love within a society based online – is Internet etiquette. I am not into all the gossip and what people are better at than others. I see it as a collaboration of various writers co creating something and gaining in some manner from all different cultures. You don’t really know me, however I am genuine with everything that I write. I have no apprehensions on asking or requesting anything. I balance this and have found that there is a gain in the write. Some are online for various reasons. My reason is to merely write in my own manner. Gossip and innuendo can go out the door, as life is too short for that. The postures and the who’s who on a blog are not what I wish to be – as I am just getting to the point where I have tweaked this blog (while on vacation), and am enjoying it very much. I have voyaged out here during a time in which many things had taken place with cancer and my family. And I embrace what can be rather than what can’t be.
Why not is my philosophy. If I knew how to make a motto I would and if I knew how to get the right time zone on this multiply I would – as I am not perfect – yet an ordinary human being.
The nature of people is some will hate you and some will gossip but if you stick to what you
Believe in and are authentic in what you write. I think that there is more gain in that.
Last I love the photography that I take. It’s to illustrate my society and as well as validate that
I am not some online player. And I love philosophy, ethics and writing about people that I have met or know during this voyage that I have taken for the past two week.
That all being said, my first name is Jack and I go by Initiative Stain, and I enjoy other people that are able to blend rather than try to be something they are not.
As in some manner we all are Interconnected and one. Regardless of where we come from. When there is a share that brings about a bond in some manner we learn about each other in an adult manner. I am a tad conservative, but certainly enjoy my life as well as writing within this new blog.
We all have something in which we can gain from this in several different manners. And with all that said, there was once a person that said that you can try you hardest to have a mission (which I don't) but be sure that you are on the side of society. Offline I am, and online there is a tad more to it, and so I just wished to make this intro at this time.
Besides all that we all share something and I am not as serious as what my writings indicate. But I do love to write. Last if I may say without upsetting the mainstream. I would kindly reqest no .jpeg driven quick comments. As I love it within the write.
Why Not
It’s a new era in which we live and is it a time in which there is a need for a repositioning and possible return of how each and every mission of Peace was carried out without the need for a fast forge approach in the past and in the current times in which we live in. I think so. I am very proud (but not too proud - that seems to be the mannerisms of our society) to be a Canadian, but the manner of honouring the freedom that we have only due to the role that Canada worked in a diplomatic manner with peacekeeping - which was founded by a Lester B. Person. As well in carrying out engagement and following the rules of international law in over watching the world in alliance with several other countries. To me that is what I am so proud of with regards to Canada. In world war two three years passed while only Canada and the "crown alliances" had any other country join in at the tail end of the war. During the first Gulf War we planned out all the mission in concert with United States and Britain. Now we are faced with a war in which we are not involved in as we were during the first Gulf War, however by way of intelligence we are in Afghanistan and are paying a big price with those that have been there since the beginning of this "new generation" of war. War is not about who wins. War is about peace. For the men and women that serve.
Lieutenant Colonel McCrae was born on 30 November 1872 in Guelph, Ontario.
At age 14, he joined the Highfield Cadet Corps and, three years later, enlisted in the Militia field battery. While attending the University of Toronto Medical School, he was a member of the Queen’s Own Rifles of Canada.
With Britain declaring war on Germany on 4 August 1914, Canada’s involvement was automatic. John McCrae was among the first wave of Canadians who enlisted to serve and he was appointed as brigade surgeon to the First Brigade of the Canadian Forces Artillery.
In April 1915, John McCrae was stationed near Ypres, Belgium, the area traditionally called Flanders. It was there, during the Second Battle of Ypres, that some of the fiercest fighting of the First World War occurred. Working from a dressing station on the banks of the Yser Canal, dressing hundreds of wounded soldiers from wave after wave of relentless enemy attack, he observed how “we are weary in body and wearier in mind. The general impression in my mind is of a nightmare.” In May, 1915, on the day following the death of fellow soldier Lt Alexis Helmer of Canada, John McCrae wrote a now famous work, an expression of his anguish over the loss of his friend and a reflection of his surroundings and the wild Poppies growing amid simple wooden crosses marking makeshift graves.
These 15 lines that he wrote within twenty minutes captured an exact description of the sights and sounds of the area around him. McCrae left Ypres with these memorable few lines scrawled on a scrap of paper. His words were a poem which started, “In Flanders fields the poppies blow…”
Little did he know then that these 15 lines would become enshrined in the innermost thoughts and hearts of all soldiers who hear them. Through his words, the scarlet Poppy quickly became the symbol for soldiers who died in battle.
The poem was first published on 8 December 1915 in England...
~ IN FLANDERS FIELDS ~
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. ~John McCrae
His poem speaks of Flanders fields, but the subject is universal. The fear of the dead that they will be forgotten, that their death will have been in vain. Remembrance, as symbolized by the Poppy, is our eternal answer which belies that fear. An American teacher, Moina Michael, while working at the YMCA Overseas War Secretaries’ headquarters in New York City in November 1918, read John McCrae’s poem “In Flanders Fields”. She immediately made “a personal pledge to keep the faith and vowed always to wear a red
poppy of Flanders Fields as a sign of remembrance and as an emblem for keeping the faith with all who died".
Two years later, during a 1920 visit to the United States, a French woman, Madame Guerin, learned of the custom. On her return to France, she decided to use handmade Poppies to raise money for the destitute children in war-torn areas of the country. Following the example of Madame Guerin, the Great War Veterans’ Association in Canada which was the predecessor of The Royal Canadian Legion, officially adopted the Poppy as its Flower of Remembrance on 5 July 1921.
Thanks to the millions of Canadians who wear the lapel Poppy each November, the little red plant has never died. Nor has Canadian’s memories of the 120,000 thousand that have died for their country in the past and currently in the times in which we face right now in Afghanistan.
The Poppy was not just for Rememberance but it stood for a symbol of unity.
The morning of 9 April 1917, the Battle of Vimy Ridge began, marking an important milestone in our military history. For the next few days, Canadian troops fought relentlessly, braving enemy forces, a heavily fortified ridge and the weather. This battle was significant; not only was it a resounding success for Canada but, in the words of Brigadier General A.E. Ross, it marked the“birth of a nation”.
No longer would Canada be overshadowed by the military strength of her allies. This battle had proven Canada’s ability as a formidable force in the theatre of war. And since that time Canada has been a very silent smart force that works in alliance in trying to maintain peace. It's ironic that this has been a thread that all historians know of, but many civilian people don't.
The bravery, discipline and sacrifice that Canadian troops displayed during those few days are now legendary. The battle represented a memorable unification of our personnel resources as troops from all Canadian military divisions, from all parts of Canada and from all walks of life, joined to collectively overcome the powerful enemy at considerable odds. Our troops united to defeat adversity and a military threat to the world.
Now, decades later, Canadians stand united, within our own lands and along with other many countries with recognizing the unity of men and women that have displayed honour and have maintained freedom within our own country and in alliance with many other countries. We remember and yet at the same time we stand united with many nations. Due to that - I am very proud to be a Canadian citizen by way of birth...
Well I am still within this small unique town. Another friend came in from another city yesterday to take in what I was talking about. I have know him since I was 15 years of age.
We met up with a group of people that were hicking from different parts of the world. And then we went on our own journey. The day started of rather cold and wet and then towards the end the sun finally came out - which exposed the mountains which really are something when you look at them from another mountain.
However as I said before the foundation of learning to be oneself is within the ability to quest in some thing of some sort of fashion. I am not sure how many people can see my blog here on this multiply however for what it is - is really what it is. As what seems real one can feel...
Canadian artist Lorraine Malach's paintings, and m
urals, and ceramic panels are found internationally in churches, schools, private collections, and public buildings.
This massive ceramic installation represents here interpretation of millions of years of evolution. Human forms and symbolic elements. Combined in a manner to illustrate the progress of life throughout geologic time.
The Story of Life panel at the Royal Tyrrell Museum is on both walls spanning and area of over 300 feet in length.
It's the culmination of talent, conviction, energy, and insight.
A regard for what one is creating is self understanding.
Within our pathways of life we try. Trying is something different to each person – but within the attempt to do something we are learning as we go along. Do we all make mistakes? Yes we do, but so often we look at life in very polarized manners. We either succeed or we fail. I see it very differently. It's all regarding purpose. Purpose is that little something that you feel planted in where you stand.
I find that in living life thus far I have learned from my mistakes and they have led a pathway towards something of substance. Only if I look and regard it in that manner. So often we feel that certain things in life are insignificant. But there is true significance within what we do. This does not mean that I look at each and everything that I do. For if one does they are spending more on the contemplation that flowing and acting upon the path. "The Road less Traveled", by Robert Frost. Ironically, what I find most interesting with Frost was how he saw and reflected on "the path". It seems to me that he was reflecting about some trepidations that he had with the road in his refection.
I see that there is a “road” in which we all travel. And not being and idealist, but the road or pathway from which I walk is one that is by choice. As everyone has the right to do so. I may be walking towards one area, while flowing towards another. And suddenly something comes to be.
While at the same time having learned from the past, one gaines and understanding of stance and cadence within the steps. Some do and some don't. But that is the freedom of what each person makes a choice with in life.
For myself, I envision more that I reflect.
