Celebration Fills The Empty Spaces

          Celebrating with Ruth Ayres at Discover Play Build.  and connecting with others who share their celebrations, too.  

       I took some time posting the following yesterday on Facebook. My words did not come easily, wanting to say something that added to a tough conversation, and now today, many are possibly asking "How can we celebrate?"  But we must not give up what is a fight for what's right. My mother told me of those years in World War II when the family went years without seeing loved ones,  read dreadful headlines of battles all over the world, and didn't know where their loved ones were. They did not give up, and kept living their lives, hopeful, often doubtful, worried, joyful when good news came. I celebrate they made lives matter, for our future goodness. 

       And I celebrate that we persevered and marched in the sixties for Civil Rights, thinking that it wouldn't get better, and it did. Now it's time to fight and march again to make change.

       From FB: There is solace in going about our daily lives, and there is that which pushes us to action, to find something good to hold onto when so much is troubled around us. I am thinking of that "day before", the one where life was good for Philando Castle, Alton Sterling and the police officers, all doing their lives with family and friends, adding to others' lives in good ways. And now it is the "day after". . . and time to step up to make everyone's lives matter, because those lost cannot do that now. We need to do it for them. A Poetry Friday friend posted this poem today. Here is her link: https://kerirecommends.com/…/…/poetry-friday-in-summer-time/ And here are the four lines that touched me, as I hope they touch you, and help you do well with your lives today and tomorrow, too! 

"The summer sounds, and summer sights,
That set a restless mind to rights
When grief and pain and raging doubt
Of men and creeds have worn it out;" Paul Lawrence Dunbar

                       I celebrate and keep on for these children, for all children. How can I not!