COLORADO & PULLING WEEDS…”

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Today, as I pulled weeds from our rock garden, I realized the rocks held tight to these intruders as if implying they were here to stay. For those of you who know my blogs—yes—there is a link between what was intended and how our garden actually grows.

EXAMPLE AUTOMOBILES: I was born and raised in Trinidad, Colorado and until I was seven years old we did not have an automobile. So when Dad came home with IT Mother insisted we put on cleans clothes and shoes (we went barefoot all the time). Sometime later we learned we were to take a family trip to Denver. In those days IT was the center of our Colorado. We all got sick from the fumes rising into the car but no one complained because Denver was our destination! Compare this to today when some use their vehicles for weapons & lawyers are everywhere.

EXAMPLE EDUCATION: We learned what there was to learn in those days. Books were in print and never up-to-date. One BIG scare while in high school was the fact We the People were warned that the Russians were coming for us. We were advised, by those who said the Russians were coming, that when they did arrive we were to hide beneath our wooden desks. Naively my friends and family took this threat seriously. These days there are ultimately much easier ways for Russia to attack us without touching our shores.

EXAMPLE TECHNOLOGY: Pencils and paper and rulers and machines that clicked and libraries and calculations on paper and cursive and Hallmark cards we wrote in and typewriters and Gregg Shorthand Simplified and storytelling by writers in hardbound books one could smell and television and connecting with others by telephone and whatever you wish to add to this list.

EXAMPLE FOOD: We had local stores where everyone knows your name. Where people could promise to pay for food later and they did. Where most had gardens with vegetables and all food was cooked by hands who knew the purpose of its nutrients. Contrast the warnings on the news these days as to what is or is not good for us or contaminated or a new version of yesterday’s food and those end dates on packaged products of all kinds. I’m curious if the dates are arbitrary or real?

EXAMPLE MEDICINE: I do not remember taking pills when I grew up. There were no cupboards to lock in case a child might get curious about what looked like candy. And did we have as many illnesses before the list of their possibilities started to run across every television station asking us to call our doctor just in case we have one of the symptoms mentioned. And I question if in fact if marijuana helps some illnesses why haven’t the pharmaceutical companies jumped onboard. It’s not like marijuana hasn’t been around forever.

EXAMPLE LEGAL MARIJUANA: Just a question: Are the legal monies for selling marijuana actually reaching the COLORADO CHILDREN to enhance their education. Some say yes and some say no. This question is like those weeds I chose to pull this morning: intruders in my garden that are coming harder and harder to pull.

“POWER AND MOTHER NATURE…”

shadows treesSo, because of the devastation and beauty of Mother Nature—revealed on television and throughout social media—I trust that HER power to bring us peace or heartache is without question. We The People experience HER wearing our masks of prejudice or our ability to feel the sorrow of others.

Mother Nature is a great teacher imparting that WE  HUMANKIND are in this together whether we know it or like it.

 And—despite those who believe their power encircles the masses—Mother Nature reminds us that EARTH is her domain and WE are but travelers learning how POWER corrupts or beautifies our world.     

“ALBUM 359 & HUMANKIND…”

albumIt—Album 359th Infantry 90th Division—dedicates its 264 picture pages to the men who won the war: The Doughboys of World War II.

It reads in part: “When the blood, sweat and dirt of war are but a remembrance, who will recollect the little things that GI Joe did to make war just ‘a memory?’ We will in the pictures taken by GI Joe himself on the battlefields of war. The pictures illustrate things as they were at the time we helped make history.”  

THE picture words in my great uncle’s copy of this album lay dormant; well until now. Major General Herbert Earnest is the first picture then Brigadier General Tully then Colonel Bell and the Doughboys. There are pictures of training camps, submarines, couriers and assault boats as they leave their mother ships.

THE picture words of shifting sands and clutching wire; rubble; twisted metal; country folk; nameless faces and places; gliders; battle wounded; infantry; prisoners; grotesque death; crumbling buildings; front lines; wooden crosses; mortars; desolation; booby traps;  Czechs & Yanks; bomb craters; The Brenner Pass, and The Town Hall in Munich.

Two-hundred and sixty-four pictures of warfare that play out in our memory or on our televisions or our smart phones or computer games or coup d’états or politics or next door or in our home. Humankind Album #359: how many more are yet to come?

“I NEVER DO THIS…”

typewriter_legswtypewriter_sample_img_2I never do this — write about anything TELEVISION! But never… well never seems to have arrived. I do this only to spotlight a contestant on one of the talent shows. I don’t mention the show or contestant: copyright issues and all.

Instead, let me just relay the story of a black woman who at two-years-old escaped a civil war in her homeland: Republic of Liberia. Throughout history human migration has been a way of life. More accurately: a way to secure a life. I think by now humankind is simply a collection of our homelands.

But, back to her story: I’m not a black woman so I may not speak for this contestant. But her story implies that she and I are both profoundly in love with the countries of our birth. You see, it is never our homeland we fear–it is a tyranny of greed that pervades which forces us to flee.

In Disney’s The Lion King, Mufasa says to his son: “Look Simba, everything the light touches is our kingdom…” Ah! Our Kingdom, I love the sound of that: The land where we are born… The land that we love… The sacredness of belonging.