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Sometimes I forget how much I love taking pictures. A few years back, I found myself in front of the camera lens instead of behind it. I have not quit modeling, but I have rekindled my love of clicking the shutter too! (I am still writing, having been involved in several collaborative books since the pandemic began in 2020, and my first solo book is due out later in 2024.) Now to catch up on my blog. That means that this first entry of 2024 has a simple goal: self-promotion! Please visit my Zazzle store Rita4Real! I've added a few pieces of art available for sale, with more to come this spring! Enjoy! "At the eleventh hour on the eleventh day of the eleventh month"
The Armistice began. World War I began its end on November 11, 1918. How many wars since then? How many who served? How many are serving? How many will be needed to serve in years to come? May we ever remember All Veterans, All Currently Serving Military, and All who will serve in the future. Thank you each for your service! Thank you to your families for your service (yes, the families serve with a worry many should be thankful to never know)! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. On February 24, 2022 Russia invaded Ukraine. This is all over the media. I pray for the innocents in all wars. Conveniently, the president of Russia waited until after the peaceful celebration of sport in China at the Olympic Games. Sadly, he did not wait until the Paralympic Games were even started. The injured of his war in Ukraine will yield more qualified for the Paralympics in the future.
For this post, I will spare you my theories on this war and past wars. Suffice it to say, the innocent suffer, the rich get richer, and no one ultimately wins. Truly, what does conquering land and buildings yield? When we die, we cannot take earthly riches with us. It is a waste of time and human life. On another note, NATO and supporting countries are condemning the actions of Russia and 'helping' Ukraine by sending weapons, medical supplies, and food. Some are offering homes for those escaping the war. They are not sending their own warriors. The world 'stands with Ukraine' in photos, memes, flag-waving, but we are not there fighting with them. Not really. Don't kid yourselves. Food and medicine are important. Weapons are important. I see people on social media scoffing when someone offers prayers and thoughts during a tragedy in our own country (e.g. a school shooting), as if prayers and thoughts do nothing. Yet, here we are with an entire country being besieged and we are offering prayers and thoughts. Ironic, isn't it. It's not acceptable in our own country, but it's perfectly fine when it's for someone in another country. Why don't we put our money where our mouths are? Why? I applaud the rescue workers of Samaritan's Purse and other such organizations who go in, regardless of location, to render aid to those in need, be it from natural disaster or war. I applaud anyone who renders assistance and aid. I grew up in the era of Vietnam, the war no one wanted, everyone protested, and the government dragged out, leaving the country of Vietnam in worse shape than when we arrived. My big brother was there. My future husband was there. Many friends and other family were there. I was a toddler. I remember seeing the protests on the television (and shocked when color television replaced the black & white pictures in our home). My dad fought in WWII and was wounded in action. He finished his time in the military by guarding German Prisoners of War (POWs). One of those soldiers knew some English and spoke with my dad, expressing that the war hadn't been between them, just their governments; that they were both soldiers doing their jobs as ordered. Indeed, Germany had tried to take over the planet, led by an intelligent madman. But the soldiers, were real people, like you and me. They had families and they didn't play in politics. They did their best to support their families and their countries. Sadly, many didn't know the full extent of the atrocities forced on the Jewish population in Europe until after the fact. By the time some knew during the war, the machine was in place, and those who were not Jewish feared rocking the boat and their families' lives if they spoke out. When I studied in Europe decades ago, I invited my parents to join me. My dad declined since he'd been there. I tried to assure him, it would be beautiful, no longer war-torn. He still declined and I respect his decision. I wish he could have seen the places he'd been, where shelling was daily, and he dug into foxholes. I wish he could have seen beauty and peaces in the places where he'd seen too many innocents die. But, it was not something he could face. And that is the point. None of us want to face the ugly, we do not want to revisit horror. Even worse, we don't want to learn from the past. We don't want to learn from someone like my dad, who lived through it. We don't want to hear from the survivors of concentration camps. We don't want to think of our own prison camps for those from the wars. We don't want to admit that there are no real rules in war, that it is survival of the fittest, just like in the animal kingdom for all eternity. True, countries and nations right treaties and rules of engagement on paper. But when you're in the war itself and on the battlefields (in the streets, in the forests, in the dessert, on the ocean), you, as a human, will do what you must to survive. That is true for any soldier. Until you risk your life for your fellow soldiers. That is when heroes are born. They forget themselves in that moment, not having planned since childhood who they may save. They simply do. They jump on grenades. They run in front of tanks. They shove a buddy into a foxhole. They stay with the ship to make sure others escape. They take the bullet. They take multiple bullets and keep fighting, living on adrenaline only as the blood spurts from holes torn in their limbs. We call them heroes. They, if they survive, simply reply that they were doing their jobs. War is ugly. It is never pretty. Never. It may be glorified in song or by some award-winning journalist, but the truth is that war is ugly, forever and always. Politicians may wax poetic and tell us how their hearts break for the families of the fallen, but until they lose someone in battle or someone to long-term battle illness (e.g. Agent Orange from Vietnam is still killing 50+ years later, slowly and insidiously), until they lose someone they love more than life itself, they truly cannot hurt for the wars they wage. Presidents in the USA typically call families of fallen. Those calls must be bone-chilling for the person in the presidential office. There are no words they can say to a mother or father that will ever compensate for the loss of the son or daughter who died in battle the President ordered. Nothing will bring back their children. Have you ever noticed that when a person takes the oath of office of President of the United States the demeanor is determined, focused, and proud? Have you noticed by the time the President leaves office, their hair is much gray-er, their shoulders are less straight, their gaze is more somber? A true leader wears the weight of the country on their shoulders and has learned much from carrying the responsibility of sending someone else's children to war and possible death. Not all countries' leaders seem to age like the presidents of the USA. I would like to think that is because our country was founded on the belief of individual freedoms, freedoms worth fighting for, and not just being a sovereign country. I do not know the answer. Look at the current President of Russia. He is not showing his age thus far. Why is that? I will leave that answer up to you, dear reader, and to him. All I can do from my current keyboard is share thoughts and pray for the innocents of all wars. I ask you to do the same and try to do better. All nations need to pray for the innocent and to guide/elect leaders who will do better for humankind and our planet. Pray. Lead. Educate. Encourage. Render aid. Pray. Greetings, Dear Readers!
Long time, no write. My apologies for that. I must confess. I have felt pulled in far too many directions between my 'day job' of almost 32 years, my modeling, my Avon and DōTerra, my volunteer work, and my family for far too long. A couple of my relatives have said that I need to cut back, especially since my fibromyalgia diagnosis some years ago. When I broke a hip in 2018, the world would have gone on, but I kept trying to do the bare minimum of everything, eventually returning to full-tilt trying to do it all. Then, 2020 and the pandemic arrived. The world shut down. Sort of. Kind of. Well not really. I will be forever amazed at the businesses that were classified as essential. Reminds me of when my late mum would ask me if I really needed a particular toy, or if I just wanted the toy. Some countries shut down. Others sort of shut down. All made their best efforts in their own ways with the information they had on hand at the time. Here in the USA, I was requested to stay home in the beginning because of my lifelong asthmatic lungs. This was days after we'd joked about those hoarding toilet paper. All of a sudden, I was one of millions. At home. An unknown tick on the list of statistics for an entire globe. Wow. I couldn't sit around and I truly deplore housework (dusting makes me sneeze anyway). On a lark, I signed up for an online writing course, deeply discounted because of the pandemic. I loved it (the writing course, not the pandemic)! Childhood dreams of becoming a writer filled my middle-aged noggin. An opportunity appeared on my social media news feed -- a dear friend, a writer herself, made invitation for a collaborative book. I said, "YES!" The adventure was truly underway. I returned to my day job after a couple months with all of humanity trying to social distance, wear masks, and not catch any covid germs. That winter I heard of no one having a cold or the flu. Seriously? (But that's a topic for another day.) Through the end of 2020 and into the year of 2021, I kept writing, and going to work, and writing. By the end of 2021, I am proud to say I've been published in four (4) collaborative books!! I've been blessed to have 3 articles published in a global magazine, published out of England! And, I'm now an official 'calendar girl'! My month is April in a digital 2022 calendar with 365 days of tips! (Link on LINKS page also,) (I'll post a link to all 4 books on the LINKS page of this site.) Staffing changes at my day job caused me to look at my life and my long-term goals. I have worked in that office for almost 32 years with one of my dearest friends. I have made new friends there, in our small office, over the decades, and I have seen some leave for amazing opportunities and/or retirement. Deep in my soul, I think I believed I would work in that office until the owner retired someday, that I would be there until the very end. As I watched changes in the world around me, in our very commonwealth/state, and in our little town, I realized it was time for me to leave and cut a new path for myself. I wish my colleagues nothing but the very best, but my time to exit had arrived. So, in October, I had 'the talk' with my friend and she couldn't have been more supportive! I said I would be available until year-end if she needed my help in transition. I got sick Christmas weekend in 2o21 (3 covid tests, all Negative thankfully) and didn't get the last of 'my things' sorted before year-end. Being the good person she is, I let my 'boss lady' know and I will be in one more day in the near future, just to tidy up my leftovers. I am blessed abundantly with the 32 years, having watched the business grow to the point of relocating to our own building. I am blessed for the invaluable continuing education, professional associations, friends made, work experience, new technologies learned, and so much more. With the advent of 2022, there are new projects in the works! New books, new articles, volunteer work, and more time with my beloved husband. Did I mention my husband retired almost 10 years ago at the behest of his medical professionals? Agent Orange continues to slowly beat up all our Vietnam Veterans, and now is the time for me to work more for myself and my family. I hear people and see memes in social media that say, "God, why didn't you give me a sign?" That questions is usually posed After the questioner has missed a big opportunity. Seeing the changes over the past years of global pandemic, I am confident that I saw the sign. The sign is telling me to go, to write, not to be silent, to share words of wit, words of God, words of humanity, words of creativity. I shall do my very best. I shall write. I pray I write the right words that others need to read. Join me on this new journey. --Rita |
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