cook-out, freedom, give thanks, remember

Memorial Day Musings

This blog was first posted on May 25, 2009. My son has been off active duty (“Once a Marine, Always a Marine!”) for several years. I am thankful every day for his safe return.

Today is Memorial Day. It is the day set aside once a year to remember those valiant men and women who have fought for the freedom of all American citizens and who paid the ultimate price for our freedom – death in the line of duty.
Unfortunately, many Americans, myself included, see this day as the “first official day of the summer season,” a day to finish those odd and end jobs around the house that we started sometime last year, a day to gather with family and friends for the first cookout of the season or a day to relax and rest before our summer activities begin. Don’t misunderstand me — there is nothing wrong with any of these pursuits! The problem is we do these things to the exclusion of the true purpose of the holiday – – honoring the men and women who gave their life so that the United States of America continues to be “the land of the free and the home of the brave.”
This day has nothing to do with our political affiliation. It doesn’t matter if we agreed with past administrations and past wars or the current administration and the current war and conflicts. This day has everything to do with taking time to remember and to give thanks that we live in a nation that, despite all of her flaws and problems, (and there are many) is still the greatest nation on the earth.
Today, at 3:00 PM EST, Americans are being urged to take the time to give thanks for our freedom and for the men and women who have made that possible. No matter what I’m doing this afternoon at 3PM, I will stop and thank God for my freedom and for those who have made that freedom possible. I will also thank Him for our current military serving in posts around the world. Please consider taking a moment and joining with me in prayer!
This blog is dedicated to my son, Sgt. Anthony Kyle Bond, currently serving in the United States Marine Corps, in New Orleans, LA. Kyle has served two tours in Iraq. Kyle, I love you, and I am so very proud of you! Thank you for what you have done to ensure the freedom of all Americans!
(c) 2009 Edwina E. Cowgill

prayer, remember, sleep, thoughts

Sleep — or Rather, the Lack Thereof

This was originally written and posted on June 14, 2009. Since that time, my sleep patterns have grown much worse. That’s my picture you seen in the dictionary by the word “insomnia.”

It is 3AM on Sunday morning and I am, once again, wide awake. Why can’t I sleep? What is going on in my life, my head, and my mind that prevents REM?

Some thoughts dance through my mind like butterflies – barely lighting before moving on. Other thoughts move through my mind like turtles – slow, ponderous, heavy thoughts that weigh me down like quicksand.

Legs move and twitch – restless. Tossing and turning – no relaxing, comfortable spot to be found on a mattress that is “guaranteed” to make you sleep. HA! Mind flies – free-floating thoughts. Husband is in constant pain. Adult children – facing challenging situations. Grandson – problems at school. Parents – growing more feeble and frail with every passing day.

How do I stop these thoughts in the early morning hours? Experts have suggested, “Do this” or “don’t do that” but they don’t have my life. They don’t live inside my mind. Stress, anxiety, worry, concerns, fears. Where is the peace? Where is the sleep?

The sound of rain outside my window should bring peace and relaxation, lulling me to sleep. Rather it seems to add to the butterfly-moving thoughts flitting through my mind.

Where is the peace? Where is the sleep? Suppose I name off these thoughts – these worries and anxieties – to God in prayer. Will that bring me sleep and peace? Why not try? Can’t hurt, can it?

“God, here are my worries and concerns:
Husband – in constant pain
Adult children – facing challenging situations
Grandson – problems at school
Parents – more feeble and frail every day……”


Thoughts in the mind are like
butterflies, flitting
to and fro.
Alighting from flower to flower
drinking sweet nectar
leaving nothing.
mind empty.