My Poetic Path

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Almost Wordless Wednesday: A Moment to Reflect




I thought this was so touching. For someone to take the time and the money to have one of our local park benches inscribed in this way.

A moment to reflect. A time to remember all those people,throughout the world.

Lives, changed forever.

Author: Geraldine

I am a freelance writer, poet, artisan, avid book/product reviewer and award-winning cookbook author. I recently published the second volume of my new vegetarian cookbook series: -The Groovy Green Kitchen II: Simply, Super, Supper Soups and my fun and inspirational book, all about aging well: -Laughing AT the Grim Reaper! Gems of Wisdom for Aging Well I am also the author of: -The Groovy Green Kitchen: Weeknight Veggie Slow Cooker -Third Chapter, Second Chance (a mid-life romance) -Not Just for Vegetarians: Delicious Homestyle Cooking, the Meatless Way and the poetry collections: -Haiku Reflections:The Four Seasons (Volume i and II) and -My Poetic Path All titles available at, .ca, UK.... When I'm not writing or creating new recipes, I love to knit and crochet; usually with some "help" from feline friend, yarn-loving Mr. Cheddar! I hope you will visit and enjoy all of my blogs.Thanks for stopping by. Wishing You a Happy Week and Namaste! :-) You can also visit me at my new author's site:

13 thoughts on “Almost Wordless Wednesday: A Moment to Reflect

  1. I agree, this is quite touching. Lovely to take a moment to reflect and let our hearts open to things that happen every day.

  2. I am so moved by that. What a lovely thing to do. I hope those who have suffered see it and gain a little solace from it.

  3. That is a beautiful thought/action.

  4. I am starting to see dedicated benches in our parks. What a great idea, too. A couple of times a bench close to the ocean has had a bouquet of flowers on the seat. That makes me wish I knew the story.

  5. That would give me pause, and I would start remembering those people whose names immediately come to mind. Out here, for me, it’s Melody, the 9-year-old girl mowed down by a drunk motorcyclist (while she was crossing the street in a crosswalk with her dad); Xiana, kidnapped and killed; and several others. I’d like to see this in every park.

  6. That’s a wonderful bench. Beautiful and sweet and sad.

  7. It’s too bad that we don’t take these moments more often… But then, there is so much sadness in the world. How much of it can we absorb before becoming sadness ourselves?…

    Have a wonderful weekend, Geraldine.

  8. So poignant – and heart-warming. And a good reminder that we all need time to just sit and stare.

  9. how wonderful of someone to do that…

    good stuff..

  10. Dear Tammie, Sel, Carrie, Sandy L, Patois, Sandy C, Vesper, Lady (welcome!) and Shraddha,

    When I visit the park, I like to stop and sit at this bench for a while and to commune with those who have had tragedy and sadness touch their lives. So many, many people (myself included).

    Vesper, so true when do we actually become the sadness? I feel sad so many days, including right now as I type this. But to think of the unspeakable events that have touched so many other people’s lives and in comparison my burdens seem bearable. This too shall pass….

    I wish you all a safe and peaceful weekend. Thanks for stopping by.

    Many hugs, G

  11. Did you stop and sit and reflect also? What a great idea.

  12. To see something like that- you must live in a wonderful place!

  13. Hi Kathie, I always do when I’m there.

    Hi Patti, Like every other town and city, it has it’s good points and it’s bad.

    Hugs and Happy Weekend, G

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