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Date Night, What Breaks Your Heart, and I Don’t Need a License

Posted on November 09, 2019 by Bruce MacNaughton
Sunrise and Good Morning from our front deck at home in Prince Edward Island,
 

Put the kettle on, I’d love to share a cuppa with ya. 

Another Saturday morning already. Where is the time going

It is Remembrance Day weekend. I wrote a blog called, Emotional about it. 

What Breaks Your Heart

The TED talk, “The Art of Being a Couple”, these principles apply to couples for sure but I would title it, “The Art of Being Human."

I find Theodore Zeldin's talk so inspiring.

Dubbed the 'most popular Englishman in France', Oxford-based Zeldin is a leading world expert on France and what it means to be French. Renowned for his studies on happiness, asking pressing questions like 'where can a person look to find more inspiring ways to spend each day?’

Earlier this year I had read, “Do what you can for what breaks your heart.” It resonated deeply.  And the resonation stuck with me for the last few months.

So, I had to think about it and ask myself, what breaks my heart?

My heart breaks for the 14 to 17 years olds. Who by no fault of their own end up in a place of hopelessness, a place of hurt and pain, culminating into a rolling sense of frustration and anger. My heart breaks for the elderly who are lonely.

Now, how can I get these two groups together to help each other? Throwing down the gauntlet, this is my challenge in 2020.
Empathy is seeing with the eyes of another, listening with the ears of another and feeling with the heart of another. ~ Alfred Adler 
Earlier this week I had the pleasure of speaking with twenty high school alternative education students. It was reminiscent of my time in high school. Being with them tough in a lot of ways but wonderful in many more. We needed more time, as some students started to share.

There was a young Inuit man who shared a bit about moving from foster home to foster home. And the abuse he experienced.

Date Night 

Friday night is date night for us, not set in stone, but we try and do something with ourselves and or with friends.
 
Last evening we went to a wonderful film. “The Sound of My Voice”, a biopic of Linda Ronstadt and her career. It opened my eyes to the talent she was. So happy to see her life story shared in this manner. She was a trailblazer and a phenomenal singing talent through many genres. Go see the film.

 

Taking Care of Business

 
T’is the season where family and friends consider sending a gift to each other. To be honest, this is how we make our living. It enables us to employ about 15 people full time for a few months. We love responding to inquiries, customer service, baking, picking, handwriting cards, packing, shipping. Read some of our testimonials by our customers
 
For the next month only, we will be increasing our newsletter mailings to twice a week. Once on Saturday and once on Wednesday.
 
Some items that may interest you are:
 
 
Let us know if you have any questions. 
I have been listening to child prodigy,  Alma Deutscher. She is an extraordinary talent. Born in 2005, she had already composed a piano sonata by the age of six, an opera by seven and a full-scale violin concerto by nine. Musical ideas have been percolating in Deutscher’s mind since 2009, and in this touching album, she brings several of them to life in mostly brand-new, sophisticated piano works.
 
Wishing you a wonderful weekend and a great week ahead.
 
With love from Prince Edward Island.
 
Sincerely,
 
Bruce
ps. What breaks your heart?
 
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A friend of a friend of mine was sitting on a lawn sunning and reading when he was startled by a fairly late model car crashing through a hedge and coming to rest on his lawn. He helped the elderly driver out and sat him on a lawn chair.
 
"My goodness," he exclaimed. "You are quite old to be driving!"
 
"Yes," he replied. "I am old enough that I don't need a license anymore. The last time I went to my doctor he examined me and asked if I had a driving license. I told him yes and handed it to him."
 
"He took scissors out of a drawer, cut the license into pieces and threw them in the wastebasket. 'You won't be needing this anymore,' he said."
 
"So I thanked him and left."

We Will Remember Them

Posted on November 11, 2017 by Bruce MacNaughton

I have a lump in my throat as I write this post. November 11 is Remembrance Day in the British Commonwealth, and Veterans Day in the United States. A day when we take time to reflect on the cost of our freedoms. I wrote a blog post two years ago that summarizes my feelings.

Rather than repeating these words, you may read it here if you would like: Emotional

I recently learned of a campaign called No Stone Left Alone. Canadian school children were encouraged, through this initiative, to visit cemeteries and pay respect to our fallen soldiers.

Almost 8,000 students in Canada visited 100 cemeteries this year, honouring more than 51,000Canadian Armed Forces members. https://www.nostoneleftalone.ca Our shop is closed on November 11th, out of respect for those who have died in military service, and for those who continue to put their lives at risk to serve our great country.

We will remember.

In Flanders Fields

John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Emotional...

Posted on November 06, 2015 by Bruce MacNaughton

 

I get emotional this time of year, every year. Trying to figure it out, I think the emotion comes from feeling the loss of innocence that so many have experienced.  It may be empathy for those who lost a loved one, or the dysfunction a family experiences as a result of a returning soldier's wounds, physical, emotional or both.

I am in my late fifties, and part of a generation whose fathers and grandfathers fought and some of us know, first hand, the pain felt and pain expressed through actions at home. But I also have a great deal of gratitude and appreciation for all that I am free to do, to think, to say, the safety I have, the democracy I have (needs improvements on a number of levels), but still proud of the heritage. I am proud to be from a province that legislated Remembrance Day to be a statutory holiday and on that note, I am also proud of our provincial government who, a number of years ago, passed legislation into law which requires its citizens to respect a passing funeral procession by pulling their car over to the shoulder of the road and wait.  


War is not a good thing, killing a fellow human being is not a good thing, evil is not a good thing but it does need to be stopped, as it was in the two World Wars and the Korean War. This is not a post about present day threats or policy, it is a post about respect. 


Either at home, at work, or at cenotaphs in various communities, coast to coast, tens of thousands of Canadians on November 11th, at 11am stand in silence and give a day of national commemoration for the more than 100,000 Canadians who have died in military service. 


For a few weeks, prior to this day, The Royal Canadian Legion seeks support through its annual poppy campaign, and all funds raised are held in public trust and used only to support veterans and their families as well as citizens of local communities. I encourage you to support this cause. 

The poppy is the recognized symbol of remembrance for war dead in Canada, the countries of the British Commonwealth, and the United States. The flower owes its significance to the poem "In Flanders Fields", written by Major (later Lieutenant-Colonel) John McCrae, a field surgeon in the Canadian artillery, in the midst of the Second Battle of Ypres, Belgium, in May 1915.


The poppy references in the first and last stanzas of the most widely read and oft-quoted poem of the war, contributed to the flower's status as an emblem of remembrance and a symbol of new growth amidst the devastation of war.

 

poppy remembrance day

In Flanders Fields
John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

 To learn more about the Poppy Campaign, you can visit Charlottetown's Royal Canadian Legion's site.