Anzac Day 2017

Anzac

Anzac day is when you honour those who actually served their country. The men and women who march, do so knowing that not everyone made it back, and many more cannot march. Wounds, both physical and emotional, sideline many. Some are confined to home, and too many are just lost.

Why would anyone march for Anzac Day when they did not serve? How could they?

The other night a news story reported how recently, several sets of medals had been stolen. Unfortunately, there are people who take the medals for their monetary value but also so that they can pass themselves off as a veteran. No-one should be marching with stolen medals. No-one should march who did not serve. Sometimes family members march in memory of someone. They wear the medals on the other side so that people know. For those who march to honour their family members, I hope your family members knew of your support when they were alive.

People clap for the parades. The presence of people who like the attention, and march without any right to do so, is completely disrespectful. You honour your family, not by marching and pretending you were there or that you care, but by spending time with them. You honour them by attending their parades and clapping for THEM. Not only did they give you life by giving birth to you or your parent, they protected that life and insured your life would have the freedoms that you do. But most importantly, you honour your family member by how you treat them in between the parades and services. They are not just “ornaments” in our life that we take off the shelf of our lives once a year, to dress them up, send them out, and clap.

Anzac Day begins at home. Do you know where your family’s veteran is? How he/she is doing? Have you ever talked to him/her about their service? Have you ever thanked them personally? Have you ever gone with them to a service or a parade? Have you ever met some of their fellow soldiers and listened to their stories? Do you know anything about your veteran?

Anzac Day requires more from us than just clapping on the side of a street. These people don’t need applause as much as they need human contact to reassure them, to help heal them, to encourage them. It is not someone else’s job. It is yours . . . and it is mine.

WORD'S WORTH“We must become so alone, so utterly alone, that we withdraw into our innermost self. It is a way of bitter suffering. But then our solitude is overcome, we are no longer alone, for we find that our innermost self is the spirit, that it is God, the indivisible. And suddenly we find ourselves in the midst of the world, yet undisturbed by its multiplicity, for our innermost soul we know ourselves to be one with all being.”  Hermann Hesse

WORD'S WORTH“We have power… Our power isn’t in a political system, or a religious system, or in an economic system, or in a military system; these are authoritarian systems… they have power… but it’s not reality. The power of our intelligence, individually or collectively IS the power; this is the power that any industrial ruling class truly fears: clear coherent human beings. ”   John Trudell 

WORD'S WORTH“Everyone needs to believe in something, but I don’t think that belief is something that can be taught. I believe in the pureness of dog’s souls and the unspoken bond between sisters. I believe that you have to leave a place in order to discover how much you love it. I believe in the stillness of a Saturday and I believe you don’t need to understand life in order to live it fully. Confusion is half the beauty, confusion is half the journey. I believe there are countless soul mates for every living person and I believe they are around every corner. At any given moment, I believe there are things at which to marvel at – a never ending stream of chances to fall in love with the world. Flowers bloom despite frost bitten stems and strangers smile despite the heartache in their lungs. I believe in dreams. I believe I am as free as I make my mind up to be. I believe there is no person or power that governs how I live. I believe that a person can base an entire religion around falling in love with being alive. The sun rises every morning and asks nothing of me in return; I could learn a lot from that single selfless gesture. ”   Unknown