He salutes me every morning. Him…that old guy…the early morning walker. Like me. Although, I know that I’m not the only one. I imagine he salutes every one he passes whether on the same side of the street, or not. Ex-military, for sure. Crisp camouflage pants, green jacket with emblems on the sleeve, name stenciled over the pocket flap, and a creased camp hat. Even at his age, lived longer than mine, his back is straight, his shoulders squared, and his salute crisp. He cuts the air with grace. Practice and remembering has made the salute I receive…damn perfection.

 “Mornin’, Ma’am”. He salutes. He passes.

 “Morning, Sir”, I answer. I smile.

He obviously doesn’t see my smile, nor does he know that he’s made the beginning of my day all that much better. I love that salute. His salute makes me a part of his purpose. In my mind I imagine we share this common mission. A determination that we keep moving forward. That we proof each day not only for ourselves but for others. We silently establish the validity of the day. The truth of the day. At least, this is what I think.

 Most days it works.  Some days not at all.

I can’t mince words. Personally,  it’s been tough these past months. I’ve had a difficult time finding reconciliation to life-living on a plane where I steadfastly believed the world was a familiar round with no edges, but then it began to feel that in the ancient context of “the world is flat”, the falling-off edge was close at hand.

There is comfort in emblems on sleeves and names stenciled over pockets. There is strength in squared shoulders and straight backs. There is motivation and courage in putting one foot in front of the other and moving forward in any circumstance. In every circumstance we provide the movement forward. You and I. Each of us. Every one.







  1. It doesn’t take much to make people around us feel well and welcomed, does it. I hope things and times will transcend to something better eventually. Wishing you all the best, Raye.


  2. I wrote a comment offline, got back online today – and the computer cursor went crazy and needed a restart…. and the comment soared into outer space!

    as my friend margaret often chuckled, ‘the devil’s busy.’

    part of this post made me think of a song – the world i know – by collective soul..

    So I walk up on high
    And I step to the edge
    To see my world below
    And I laugh at myself
    While the tears roll down
    ‘Cause it’s the world I know
    Oh it’s the world I know

    and then there’s the song that states, \
    ‘when the world outside my window goes insane…’

    tie a knot, amiga, and hold on tight… may this new year instill a calmness on all of us.


  3. Thank you for hopeful thoughts. At least I am purposely taking them as hopeful. Yes, in these chaotic times, and at my age of 70, your mention of the Edge seems insightful. As Kate Crimmins said above, this must be a downward cycle. I’m holding onto hope that it won’t become a downward spiral. Can’t say that I feel exactly confident, but encouraged by your words, I am striding purposely, hopefully, toward a reset in the new year. Salute.


  4. First of all, I’m super happy to see you presents. So – Good morning, Raye. I’ve missed you. How about a slow dance to start your day – well, after your cuppa. 🙂

    I see your point about the world feeling less round. However, let us remember my mantra – The majority of the world is good.

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    1. No doubt, Frank…goodness abounds. Having my cuppa, as we speak, and will put on the Cohen vinyl shortly. Soothe the way into the holidays and New Year. Looking forward to our Threesome Tango with you and Missy D. Happy Christmas to you and yours! XORRR

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      1. I’ve missed you … especially during a couple of dance posts that I know you would have enjoyed. What the links? Bestivus of Christmas to you!


  5. Raye,
    I’m with both you and Sawsan… there feels a tilt at times.
    Of course you know I’m ever so happy to find you here…
    D xoxo

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    1. There’s more to silence than less noise, you know? Thank you always, Missy D, for your smile that never quits or ends. You have no idea….. Many Happy Christmas wishes to you and the Young Men in your life. New Year reset! XORRR

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      1. I do know. Very well, actually.
        Thank you, for being you!
        A Happy, Happy, Merry Christmas to you, Ms Raye, and to your loved one!
        Yes to the reset!

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