Yesterday was World Ukulele Day…you heard me right…it’s not a fluke

Yesterday people all around the world came together…to celebrate the uke.


They were playing in the park in our town so we had to check it out…

We wanted to learn a little more and see what the fuss was all about.


The ukulele originated in Hawaii…that state surrounded by the sea…

and translated roughly from Hawaiian…ukulele means ‘jumping flea’.


It’s possible the name comes from how fast the fingers seem to jump around when people play it

but whatever the reason the word ukulele makes you smile when you say it.


On stage a group of people picked up their ukuleles

and played familiar songs

as people who brought their own ukes accompanied them

while the rest of us sang along…


In a world that is so divided so filled with distrust and animosity

people coming together to play and sing was a beautiful sight to see.


Perhaps that is the point of World Ukulele Day…

to bring people together no matter their religion, sexuality or race….

for no other earthly reason that to put a smile on their face.


To show the world through a 4 stringed instrument and some old familiar songs

that we can come together…

that we can get along.


Which leads me to wonder… 

What if there is a way?

What if a world with less hate and animosity


begins with more ukulele days.

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They grew up in the ’60’s…and as their lives unfurled

They discovered they were righteous…laid back…two groovy kind of girls.


They had long hair…down to their shoulders…some people thought them wild

They were hippies…free spirits…unconventional…each one a flower child.


They wore their clothing tie-dyed in colors bold and bright

When they made the scene…they were a gas, a blast…so out of sight!


They would have gone to Woodstock but their parents didn’t approve

They believed in peace and love and they were always on the move…


But time has a way of moving too… and though they’re not sure how

Those two hippies of the ‘60s…are in their 60’s now.


Yet, through the years…through jobs and family

though their lives have rearranged….

they stayed as cool as they were back then

and their values haven’t changed….


They were sculpted by their past and no matter how old they grow

There is a universal truth…that they…as hippies…know….


Although there are certain parts of life over which they have no control….

They remain free spirits in their hearts and hippies in her soul.


They oppose violence…

They oppose hate and war…

Their symbol is the dove

They strive for a world of peace

They pursue a world of love.


So here’s to all the old hippies out there….

and any younger hippies too…

Let’s keep trying to make the world a better place…


because that’s what hippies do.

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The true measure of the greatness of a person, 

a town, 

a city, 

a country…

a people

is not in the fortunes we amass…

not in caring solely about ourselves





we will find…

before we are deceased…

the true measure of the greatness of a person

a town,

a city,

a country,

a people…

is in how we treat those less fortunate than us…


those who have the least.


Another week of horror… 

of terror…

of uncertainty

and again we meet in a park at night to bemoan a tragedy.


People came together…looking for encouragement and relief.

People of different faiths, 

different backgrounds 

and beliefs.


As different people prayed to their God…

among the crowd there was no dissension

everybody listened…

and accepted…

everybody paid attention.


For no matter what faith was present…

no matter what God they may have named…

or if they didn’t believe in God at all…

their message was the same.


In the end everybody lit a candle…

and held it in the air

proving love is universal…

proving love is to be shared.


and then we all departed 

taking different paths into the night

our darkness beginning to be driven out 


by a little spot of light.

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We heard the siren before we saw it…an ambulance coming our way

and we hoped for a miracle for the person inside…

That is…until the siren faded away.


For you see we did not know the person

and it only troubled our day…

for a moment..

just an instant

until the siren faded away.


In that instant we wondered what might have happened

what threw their world into disarray?

But we quickly forgot about them

when the siren faded away.


And I thought how sad we are so detached from one another

It is a sign of the times in our world today…

We are wistful, at first, when tragedy strikes another

but lose sight of them when the siren fades away.


We have forgotten how we are all one family

I hope that all will change one day…

and we will care about each other

even after the siren fades away…


So now when I hear the siren

of an ambulance coming my way

I will still hope for a miracle for the person inside 

before the siren fades away…


But in a world that is so divided

disconnected in many ways

I will also be praying for a second miracle


before the siren fade away.

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Imagine two women marching to change the world…

their mission…

Peace for everyone. 

Imagine two women holding parasols 

to shade them from the mid-day sun.


Imagine two women not of the same faith

but whose lives are intertwined

by the joy they share within their hearts

and the Peace thats on their minds.


Imagine two women standing strong and confident…

dignified and proud

when they spot two other women holding parasols

walking towards them through the crowd.


Imagine two women obviously of a different faith

with different stories…different names

also marching to change the world…

their mission is the same.


Imagine four women who fate connected…

their story captivates…their picture enthralls…

Imagine four women separated by their beliefs

united by parasols.


Imagine four women united in their shared belief

that prejudice, hatred and war must cease.

Imagine four women with their parasols

marching for world peace.


Imagine four women and their parasols

showing us the way.

Imagine four women who, if we follow them,


will lead us to a better day…

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When I was young I marched for peace…against oppression and tyranny.

Today I march for humanity….against hate and bigotry.


Which means:


I march for women, for science…for the environment, 

I march for for liberty…

I march for black lives, for policemen…for the rights of LGTB.


But when I stop to think about it…when I step outside my door

no matter what I call it……it’s peace I’m marching for.


Peace has many faces..but they all mean the same thing.

Peace is love and understanding…it’s of what the angels sing.


Peace is a smile, it is laughter…it’s kindness…it’s charity.

It’s acceptance, tolerance, forgiveness…

peace is family.


When I marched for peace when I was young. …

I marched to show the way…

I never thought I’d still be marching…now that I’m old and gray.


But I will continue to march for peace…with all my sisters and my brothers…

I’ll march until the world remembers…we belong to one another.


Yes, I will march with anyone… to make our voices known…

and when there’s no-one left to march with me…


then I will march alone!

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I have this wonderful bouquet of friends…all as different as night and day…

Some of my friends pray to their God…while others…to a different God they pray.


Some of my friends don’ t believe in God at all…Can you imagine that!

Some of my friends are old, some young…some thin, some bald, some fat.


Some of my friends come from other countries…speak different languages…wear different dress.

Some of my friends make more money than me…and some, I imagine, make less.


Some of my friends love other friends who happen to be the same sex.

Some of my friends eat meat…and some of my friends still write checks!


Some of my friends are different colors…read different books…watch different movies and TV…

Some of my friends love to soar across the sky…some love to sail the sea…


And I have to admit…I love every one of my friends…

I love each one like a sister or a brother…

I only hope, for the sake of world…

my friends can learn to love one other.



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