Song of the Falcon

 One Hundred and Second Armistice Day Today is November Eleventh, Two Thousand Twenty. It is the one hundred and second anniversary of the end of World War One. World War One was a truly pointless war. It was fought over nothing, accomplished nothing, and left millions dead, wounded, or broken. After World War One, the poppies that grew in the fields where the war was fought on the Western Front came to be embraced as a symbol of mourning for the soldiers. The beautiful red poppies grew in spite of the warfare, and flourished in the middle of the fighting. Because of this, they came to be used as a symbol of remembrance. As time passed, the meaning of the red poppy expanded to represent the remembrance of those killed, wounded, or traumatized in any and all modern wars. Today, I want to post some images of poppy fields as something to meditate on. When you look at them, remember those who fought and were killed, wounded or traumatized in modern wars. Thank you.

 Genre Writers as Colors HP (Howard Phillips) Lovecraft - Seafoam green Frank Herbert - Saffron orange Edgar Allen Poe - Palest misty purple Anne Rice - Burgundy red, near black Ray Bradbury - Clear sky blue William Gibson - Icy lemon yellow JRR (John Ronald Reuel) Tolkein - Forest green Philip K Dick - Slate blue, almost grey Robert E Howard - Purest scarlet

 Remembering Dag Hammarskjold Fifty-nine years today, Secretary-General Dag Hammarskjold died in a plane crash while flying to a peace conference in Ndola in the Congo, hoping to end the conflict called the Congo Crisis by negotiating a peace settlement. He died a hero's death, a martyr for peace and freedom. Today, on the anniversary of his death, I want to honor Dag Hammarskjold. Dag was the youngest son of Hjalmar Hammarskjold and Agnes Almquist Hammarskjold, part of the noble family Hammarskjold. At that time Hjalmar Hammarskjold was the governor of Uppsala County, so Dag, alongside his brothers, grew up in Uppsala Castle. Dag considered the beautiful castle to be his childhood home. But though he was born and raised in an illustrious family, Dag was no beneficiary of nepotism. From the beginning, it was clear that Dag was intelligent, compassionate, sensitive, and spiritual. At eighteen, Dag Hammarskjold enrolled in Uppsala University, majoring in Linguistics, Literature, and

Flower Photos These are some photos of flowers that I have taken recently.