This week at ABC Wednesday, E gets centre stage.
E is for Earth – the only planet we have, the third planet from the sun.
I always marveled when I saw photos of the planet taken from space. The blues, the greens were breathtaking. But the Earth is in trouble – and it can be seen from space. Fires are burning all over, volcanoes are spewing ash and lava.
The tag I created shows what our relationship should be:
Native Americans have a stronger saying in the same vein:
We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.
For too long, people have taken and plundered the earth. Even now governments are refusing to do what is right and protect the land, the resources, the animals because of money and lobbyists.
Ghandi recognized this greed:
Earth provides enough for every man’s needs, but not every man’s greed.
Many scientists warn there is a point when we will not be able to rescue our earth – and it is fast approaching. Too little is being done, almost too late.
April 22 is Earth Day but really, one day a year to celebrate Earth isn’t enough. We should be celebrating Earth Day every day!
What will you do to help Earth?
This week at ABC Wednesday, the letter of focus is B.
B is for Ballet and ballet shoes.
As a young girl, I took ballet lessons, even took part in a ballet recital. I was terrible and really was never graceful. I can remember hiding after my brother let me off one day, so that I wouldn’t have to go to a lesson.
I wore little slippers, nothing like the ballet slippers that ballerinas use to go en pointe.
I felt the quote fit the torture many ballerinas must go through – the hours of practice, the pain, the bruises, the intense discipline.
Yet, when you watch a ballet, you cannot help but be enthralled by the effortless beauty of the ballerinas., their skill, and their passion.
W is for Weddings
A I worked on an art challenge for Sunday Postcard Art last week whose theme was “June Brides”, I thought about the two women and two weddings depicted in the card.
I used photos of my mother and myself, on the day of our weddings – 52 years apart.
My mother’s wedding gown has a glorious long train and a veil that was borrowed.
My mother was only 21, embarking on a marriage to a widower with a young son. It would be a challenge at times. There would be four other children – two boys and two girls.
At age 50, I was marrying for the second time and I so wanted to look and feel like a princess.
We were blending two families – each of us with three children. We became a real “Brady” bunch.
There will be many weddings in the months ahead. My own daughter will marry in August and she has asked me to walk her down the aisle – what an honour.
May all these brides experience the “love, laughter and happily ever after” that I have.