Day 207- Heather

I’m grateful I attended elementary and high-school in a simpler, less violent time.

My heart hurts for the families and the community of Newtown, CT, but more than that, I weep for our country.

I am consistently stunned by the amount of gun violence we have in the U.S. And I don’t understand how it has not changed yet.

Finally, I’m grateful that we have the power to push for change to abolish the crazed the gun-culture in this country by writing to our representatives and voting! When will it be enough!??!

Days 5-7 – Heather Sangria, Sparklers and Soldiers

Sorry for the delay, I’ve been side-tracked, but appreciate this moment of silence to post about last weekend’s joyous times.

My long weekend was spent in the slow-lane and I appreciated every single moment of it.  We stayed at our friend’s home in CT with a rambunctious pitbull who had the most energy of us all.  On Saturday we lounged catching up on sleep, reading, had a small bbq and watched some tv.

On Sunday we went to brunch, for a walk in a rose garden, shoe shopping, and then spent the rest of the day outside in the glorious weather.  We sat with our adirondack chairs in a circle, reading more books with sangrias in hand, playing fetch, and enjoying the sun, wind, and peace.  It was fantastic. We ended the night with s’mores and sparklers.   I don’t know if it was the wine (likely) or the memories of a carefree childhood, but we were was giddy with excitement, dancing and swirling in a fiery show with our sparklers.   Who doesn’t love sparklers?!

And the thing about the weekend, is that, if it were any other weekend I would have taken it for granted.  But as we were lounging I finished re-reading “Veil of Roses” by Laura Fitzgerald– a story about a woman from Iran who comes to America for a green card-marriage to escape the repressive government and an arranged marriage.  If you haven’t read the book, you should, because it will remind you of the small things we do every day that we take for granted as American women.  A few examples from the book: smiling or laughing in public, not being forced to wear veils or hijabs, walking barefoot, being in the company of men who are not our relatives, drinking alcohol, wearing bright, colorful clothing and shoes, laughing with joy and exuberance in public.  We did all of these things this weekend.  Every single one.  My weekend was an example of everything the heroine and all Iranian women can’t do in their lives.  These are freedoms we take for granted every day.

Freedoms we may not have without the bravery of our soldiers.  While I am wholeheartedly against war, I have nothing but gratitude beyond measure for those who have served.  I simply wish we didn’t have to engage in war.  On our initial grocery trip, we came across the Marine Corps League and Auxiliary, raising funds for Marines and their families (it was Memorial Day weekend) so we all donated the cash we had on hand.  It was the very least we could do to honor these families.