Every year, on 11 November at 11 am – the eleventh hour of
the eleventh day of the eleventh month – we pause to remember those men and
women who have died or suffered in all wars, conflicts and peace operations. Today I will bow my head, and remember. I
will stop what I am doing and remember, those men and woman who gave their all for our freedom.
There is nothing sadder than watching a ramp ceremony..I will remember the families of these men, who arrived back in Melbourne, Australia just days ago.. There are days when can I take what these men and woman do for granted, yet I will also be thinking of my husband who next week will have given 30 years of his life to this country. I will also remember those who are my neighbours and friends, offering a quiet thank you to them and those who still actively serve this country. When I wander around the base and see the uniforms, I am often humbled by their choice - to fight and lay down their lives in time of conflict. No greater gift can be given.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning.
We will remember them..
To those of you who are in the North and who celebrate in welcoming the ancestors home Blessed Samhain / Happy Witches New Year / Happy Halloween my friends and to those of us here in these Southern lands Blessed Beltane, may your balefires burn bright and your paths be rich and fertile. May you all be blessed by the God and Goddess, with health, abundance and success. The wheel has again turned and the veil is
thin.. Blessed Be