A bit off the topic of yoga to something that I am very passionate about, and that is Remembrance Day.
I was in Calgary today and was shocked to see how many people walked around without wearing a poppy. I have bought several this year since I always seem to lose them in my car, walking down the street, etc. I am quick to buy another one feeling quite naked without it this time of year.
As I was driving in to Calgary this morning a Red Deer radio station was reading an article the Calgary Sun had printed on this exact subject stating that less than 1 in 18 people wore a poppy and made up every excuse as to why they didn't.
Have we come so far from the meaning behind these red flowers?
So as I ran my errands I looked, and looked, and looked. What I noticed was that in places where younger generations flocked to, I saw next to nothing. In older neighbourhoods on weathered faces of Calgarians from older generations almost everyone had them on.
I was so disheartened!
I have two family members that were WW2 Vets, and connections with people close to me who have son's and daughters fighting as I type this.
Whether we agree on where our armed forces are, or why they fight, they do so we can enjoy the right to vote, equal rights for women, the choice to pray any way we choose or even whether we choose to at all. And the FREEDOM to do what we want to and go where we want to. We don't have to dodge bullets on our way to the grocery store, we don't have to worry about suicide bombers, snipers, repression or the like.
This is all due to people who have put their lives on the line, and some that have paid with that life.
I am eternally thankful for what they have done.
If anyone needs me tomorrow morning I will be at the Legion, probably crying as the bugle plays, wearing my poppy.
Lest We Forget