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“Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind: To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.” – Calvin Coolidge

A cardinal, the Christmas bird, on a tree near my apartment balcony.

Morning Thoughts

I put up a tiny Christmas tree in my apartment a few days ago. Its true beauty only shines forth in the dark when its glowing lights twinkle and dazzle. As I looked at it this morning, I suddenly found myself thinking of one of the first songs I learned.

This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine … Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

I think I learned the repetitive tune at Vacation Bible School, back when I thought the world was a kinder place than it turned out to be. As my canine companion Scamp and I took our before sunrise walk, I continued thinking about what Christmas means to me today as an adult, whose only spiritual leaning is to believe that a higher power lives within each of us,

While many find that higher power, many never do, and I believe it is those who wreck havoc on the world. But for a day or two at Christmas, kindness seems to overflow even the hardest of hearts.

My favorite Christmas song is I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day. And as corny as it is, I can’t hear it without wet eyes by the time it ends with the words: The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, with peace on earth goodwill toward men.

          Peace, what a beautiful word.

Bean Pat: To all the beautiful Christmas songs that promote peace on earth.

Pat Bean is a retired journalist who lives in Tucson with her canine companion, Scamp. She is a wondering-wanderer, avid reader, enthusiastic birder, Lonely Planet Community Pathfinder, Story Circle Network board member, author of Travels with Maggie available on Amazon, and is always searching for life’s silver lining.

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Wouldn’t it be nice if our futures followed a path that led to world peace? — Photo taken at Point Pelee National Park in Canada by Pat Bean

“My first wish is to see this plague of mankind, war, banished from the earth.” – George Washington.

My Wondering Mind Goes Amuck

When I was a young kid in the 1940s and ‘50s, the most popular game for the neighborhood kids was war, with cowboys being the heroes and Indians the villains. I always played Roy Rogers. He was my hero, and if I couldn’t be him, I wouldn’t play.

Instead of asking for a doll for Christmas, I wanted a pair of guns, which I got. They were made from cheap plastic, and painted silver, which quickly wore off. I remember practicing my fast-draw for hours.

Perhaps we should get our children and grandchildren out into nature more, so they can enjoy the peaceful settings of Mother Nature. — Photo taken on Florida’s Merritt Island by Pat Bean

Eventually I grew up, and realized war was real, and butt ugly. I refused to buy toy guns for my children, although others did, and I didn’t take them away from them. They, too, played war.

These days I understand American children, at least those whose lives aren’t trapped by computer war games, still play war with siblings and neighborhood kids. But their heroes are more likely to be Han Solo or Luke Skywalker, or perhaps G.I. Joe. Sadly, in many war-torn countries, children play war emulating real role models, and real events.

Is war a part of our psyche, I ask myself? How did it become a children’s game?

Why are computer war games among the most popular? How do we influence kids to want to place peaceful games? Can we?

As usual this wondering mind of mine is running amuck with questions to which I have no answers. All I can do is try to continue believing that someday war will be a word that has outlived its usefulness.

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Bean Pat: Telling Herstories https://storycirclenetwork.wordpress.com/ A blog for female writers sponsored by Story Circle Network, to which I belong.

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The earth a beautiful place. It deserves its inhabitants to be at peace with one another -- and I have hope that one day it will. -- Photo by Pat Bean

The earth a beautiful place. It deserves its inhabitants to be at peace with one another — and I have hope that one day it will. — Photo by Pat Bean

“I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.” – Edna St. Vincent Millay

When Life is Not Pretty

I just read the above quote, and it reminded me of a conversation I had with a son, who was telling me I was too idealistic, and then began pointing out the realities of today’s world. He’s a good, honest, hard-working man, and I couldn’t disagree with him, especially when the conversation involved politics.

But Edna St. Vincent Milay’s thoughts are also my own, especially since I do know, from experience, that the world has more good people in it than bad people. And I am not resigned to the status quo. Although it may not happen in my lifetime, I still have hope that one day the people on this planet will all live in peace, accepting and respecting the different cultures and beliefs of all others.

A peaceful moment by Reidsville Lake in North Carolina.  -- Photo by Pat Bean

A peaceful moment by Reidsville Lake in North Carolina. — Photo by Pat Bean

Meanwhile, I ask myself what I can do to push the world toward this goal. The question makes me feel helpless. I’m not sure there is anything I can do — beyond setting an example of being kind and accepting of people. .

Well, except for bigots. I won’t be accepting and kind to bigots. I’m bigoted against bigots. Perhaps being brave enough to tell them off when they speak out against those whom they imagine as their enemy is something I can do.

I think I’ll try harder to always speak up, instead of just occasionally as I currently do.

What can you do? I can’t make the world into a better place alone.

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Bean Pat: Ghost Bear Photography http://tinyurl.com/gudsouu The Thunderstorm from Helll. Great photos and a story that had me belly-laughing and remembering the great storms I enjoyed beneath the drumming roof of my RV, Gypsy Lee.

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A Song for the World

I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality … I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word. — Martin Luther King Jr.

The Recipe for No More Bombs

This “Song for Today” blog  http://tinyurl.com/dym9q9v touched my heart. I hope it touches yours as well.

Flowers for all the souls in agony today because of some hate-filled mind. -- Photo by Pat Bean

Flowers for all the souls in agony today because of some hate-filled mind. — Photo by Pat Bean


By John Lennon

Imagine there is no heaven, It’s easy if you try. No hell below us, Above us only sky. Imagine all the people living for today.

            Imagine there’s no countries. Is isn’t hard to do. Nothing to kill or die for. And no religion too. Imagine all the people living life in peace.

            Imagine no possessions. I wonder if you can. No need for greed or hunger. A brotherhood of man. Imagine all the people sharing all the world.

            You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope some day you’ll join us, And the world will live as one.

The Wondering Wanderer's blog pick of the day.

The Wondering Wanderer’s blog pick of the day.

Bean’s Pat: Grief, Growth and Grace http://abqsuz48.wordpress.com/ A brand new blog by my friend Susan. Check it out.

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“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.” … John Muir

"Rite of Passage" sculpture at Farragut State Park ... Photo by Pat Bean

 He’s called Mack.  He’s the “Rite of Passage” sculpture that sits outside the Museum at the Brig at Farragut State Park, and he represents the 293,381 sailors trained here during World War II.

 I had no idea the park was a former naval base when I accepted an opportunity to volunteer here. I quickly jumped at the offer based on the park’s Idaho Panhandle location. I spent last summer in Texas wilting from too many hot humid summer days and I had no intention of repeating the foolish action.

 I chose well. Today will be my first 90-degree day, and without my native state’s humidity I’m still quite comfortable, although I’ll probably turn on my air conditioner when the sun hits my RV later in the day for a couple of hours. The rest of the time, my campground site is well shaded.

I’m rather fond of Mack. Possibly because my daughter spent 10 years in the Navy, serving in the Gulf War, and possibly because yesterday my son, a career Army man and Blackhawk helicopter pilot, was deployed to Afghanistan. It’s nice to know people care enough about our military sons and daughters to create a work of art memorializing them.

Apple blossoms

Butter and eggs' blossoms

 Meanwhile, sitting here in such a tranquil setting where butter and egg, two-toned yellow blossoms color the landscape beneath the pink flowers of an apple tree and robins raise their babies, it’s hard to imagine the ugliness of a battle field. Sadly I know that most people don’t want to imagine that scene. Perhaps if more people would, an end to war would come sooner.

 I’m a flower child. I want peace. When I was younger I believed I might live to see such a day. I now know I won’t. All I’m left with believing is that perhaps my grandchildren will – and hoping that my son returns safely from Afghanistan.

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