Memorial Day Weekend. I was thinking to myself, as I walked toward the Golden Gate Bridge Sunday, what does it mean to me?
The one special memory that I do have is a lovely dinner with someone dear to me. I thought at the time, that it would be an anniversary day to celebrate. It still is, in a different way. I choose to see this day as an Invitation to the flavors of life. Flavorful food, rich emotions, openness, growth, communication and celebration of new starts and longevity.
Coming across the exhibition “Whoes Shoes?” by Crissy Fields, made my energy shift and stop for reflection.
The exhibition by The Bridge Rail Foundation displayed shoes, used to belong to and representing the 1,558 lives lost in suicides from the Golden Gate Bridge during the past 75 years.
Some people come into our lives and quickly go,
leaving footprints on our hearts,
and we are never, ever the same.
If you were to step into one of these pairs of shoes, as if you got a second chance, what would you do to fully live your life?
The memorial day is a day of remembrance of the men and women who have died in while serving in the U.S. military. How can you do that? I would suggest honoring them by doing what they can not do.
Invite peace. Invite life.