I Wish…

Blog Post #312

Today, I saw a hashtag on Twitter that intrigued me: #wishfulwednesday  — and it got me thinking about wishes.

We all yearn for things and wishing seems to be part of our everyday life. We wish upon a star, we make wishes when we blow out our birthday candles, or when we blow on a dandelion gone to seed. We toss coins into wishing wells. We offer our best wishes and we snap a turkey “wishbone” in the hopes our fondest dreams come true.

Hopes and dreams, we all have them and we all, at one time or another, wish fervently for them to materialize. For instance, I wish would win the lottery  — just once!

I have other wishes too — big ones — maybe impossible ones. Wishes for peace. Hopes for an end to intolerance and hate. Dreams of saving this planet and everything on it.

make a wish

Ella Wheeler Wilcox, an American poet and author, penned this poem, which I think it fits well into this post.


Do you wish the world were better?
Let me tell you what to do:
Set a watch for your actions,
Keep them always straight and true;
Rid tour mind of selfish motives;
Let your thoughts be clean and high.
You can make a little Eden
Of the sphere you occupy.

Do you wish the world were wiser?
Well, suppose you made a start,
By accumulating wisdom
In the scrapbook of your heart:
Do not waste one page on folly;
Live to learn, and learn to live.
If you want to give men knowledge
You must get it, ere you give.

Do you wish the world were happy?
Then remember day by day
Just to scatter seeds of kindness
As you pass along the way;
For the pleasures of the many
May ofttimes traced to one,
As the hand that plants an acorn
Shelters armies from the sun.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

What do you wish for?


Haiku For Hope

Blog Post #283

Dark days are looming
Stand strong for humanity
We must act with love


Now more than ever, people everywhere must add their voices for peace, humanity, and love of all.  Now is the time to gather together to fight the GOOD fight — without violence and with the conviction love will win.


I Dream of Peace

Blog Post #247

Whew! That was a lot of cooking and a lot of flying paper and a lot of merriment!

Our Christmas celebration was a jam-packed day of togetherness: opening gifts, eating, cooking the big turkey dinner, eating, drinking, eating, playing board games, eating… Oh, and laughter — lots of laughter!

Today, Boxing Day, was much, much quieter. I can’t believe it’s all over and done.  All the preparation, decorating, wrapping — done! All that’s left is the makings of turkey casseroles, soup and sandwiches — enough to last through the week!

snowflake photo

But, I feel full. Full of not only good food, but full of love, joy and peace. I’m not sure why, but I also feel full of hope — hope — that my daughters will grow and continue to be healthy and happy, that my husband and I will, also, remain in good health and live each day to the fullest. Hope — that the world will move towards tolerance and love and strive to end poverty, hatred, and war. Hope — that we will all find our way to cherish and care for each other — all of us, everywhere.

I dream of Peace on Earth.



peacelilyI used to read the paper every morning with my first coffee of the day. I read it just to have an idea of the things, good and bad, that were happening in the world around me.

But since I have started my new full time job, I have not had the time to sit down with the newspaper and I hadn’t taken the time to catch up on current events on the internet. I had, of course, heard about the horrific chemical weapons attack in Damascus, but I hadn’t delved into the news reports and so, didn’t realize the full impact of this unbelievably aggressive act. Then I saw this post that a friend of mine had shared on Facebook — and then I read this one. Ronny and Michal’s stories woke me up and I tuned into CBC news on the web. I listened to the live stream of Secretary of State, John Kerry’s statement on Syria. I was shocked, thunderstruck as the realization that the world was on the brink of tragedy, aghast that two world powers wanted to react to the crisis with a missile strike.

Tears are filling my eyes as I sit here, trying to compose this post. I feel infinitely sad and completely sickened to know that people, ordinary people — like Ronny and Michal — live every day with the threat of bombings and violence. Why must the innocent live in terror and dread?

I feel guilt and sorrow when I think about grumbling last week about the 5 minute wait in the Starbucks line-up when Ronny stood for hours to receive a gas mask for his family only to realize he had no chance of getting one. I take so much for granted. I am so lucky to live here in Canada, my worries and fears are small and insignificant.

I feel terrified and useless as I wait with the rest of the world, holding our breath, hoping for the madness to end, praying for the safety of our family and friends, imploring our gods for peace to reign over all. This feeling of hopelessness is wearing down the world.  We all just want this horror to stop.

I take some comfort in knowing that people around the world are united in the quest for universal peace.

A baby was born on Friday to an Iranian woman and her American husband. They invited the world to help them name their 3rd daughter — to find a name that would represent a future of peace for humanity. A call for all who care about love and peace to come together for hope. Click here to find out what name they chose for their “Baby of Peace”. For more stories like this, check out the Peace Factory website.

And lastly, Imagine a World Without Hate!  Peace be with you!



Every year, for weeks in the month of November, I wear a poppy on my left side near to my heart. I do this in honour of those whose lives were taken in the trenches of war.

As a child in school, I participated in Remembrance Day services and did my very best not to squirm, wiggle or scratch during the long two minutes of silence. I had no inkling then, of what I should be thinking about — I did not know what war was, not really — but I did know that it was important to remember the soldiers who had died in wars, fighting for our freedom.

Now that I know more about the tragedy and horror of war, I believe that it is important to remember those soldiers’ sacrifices — not to glorify war, but to work towards establishing a world where we all live in peace.

I found this poem by Siegfried Sassoon, a decorated soldier and one of the leading poets of World War I. Sassoon was awarded the Military Cross for bravery on the Western Front, for displaying outstanding gallantry while rescuing wounded and retrieving dead comrades while under enemy fire. Sassoon, who had enlisted to fight in the war because of a sense of patriotism, later developed strong anti-war feelings and this is reflected in his “war” poetry.


Have you forgotten yet?…
For the world’s events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways:
And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow
Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you’re a man reprieved to go,
Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare.

But the past is just the same-and War’s a bloody game…
Have you forgotten yet?…
Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you’ll never forget.

Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz–
The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets?
Do you remember the rats; and the stench
Of corpses rotting in front of the front-line trench-
And dawn coming, dirty-white, and chill with a hopeless rain?
Do you ever stop and ask, ‘Is it all going to happen again?’

Do you remember that hour of din before the attack–
And the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you then
As you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men?
Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back
With dying eyes and lolling heads—those ashen-grey
Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?

Have you forgotten yet?…
Look up, and swear by the green of the spring that you’ll never forget.
~ Siegfried Sassoon (1919)


When I was searching for a poem for this post, I came across a quote that really expressed my hope for the world, one that, if fulfilled, would be a fitting tribute to ALL the men and women who died fighting for what they believed in.

I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask, ‘Mother, what was war’
~ Eve Merriam



I gave up making New Year’s Resolutions long ago. You know the old story: on January 1st pledge to fulfill a long list of commitments such as lose weight, go to the gym, get organized, learn something new, blog more often — then on January 2nd promptly forget all about it.

However, I do like to look back at the past year and remember all the trials and triumphs, the joys and sadness that were shared with family and friends. And while I do not make any resolutions these days, I do think about how I want to live my life in the year that is unfolding.

I recently discovered a quote on a website that expresses exactly what I would like to strive for every day of 2012 and beyond. It is this: “Think good. Eat whole. Walk far.” from Peaceful Daily.

Peace, Love and Joy for 2012!