Lucky’s Post: A dog’s passion for warm laundry.

Lucky's Post: A dog's passion for warm laundry.

Some days my dog Lucky just seems to act like he’s human. Recently he’s developed this thing for warm laundry. The minute I set it on the bed, fresh from the dryer, he high-tails it downstairs and plunges nose first into the warm, soft confines of the material. All you see is a tail wagging happily, as his little wet nose breaths in the lavender soap goodness. It hit me today that life should always be just as good as Lucky with his warm laundry. We should take pleasure in the simplest of things, forgetting the chaos of bills, traffic and excessive work habits. Perhaps tonight I shall join Lucky in delving into a load of warm laundry and forgetting the cares of the day.

Forgotten

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Wails of wind pass through the dead fields,

battles which cursed the lands.

Men,

bled life and soul,

none remember except for bones.

White specks which litter the uneven pastures.

Death still creeps,

as the Ravens watch.

Its mist rising, extending ghostly fingers.

Heroic deeds,

forgotten,

in the passage of time.

The End! Or is it?

100_2480Well this last semester of undergraduate work is winding down.  I have less than two weeks of student teaching left and I find that I have to admit – I am going to miss the kids.  I’ve enjoyed being with these ninth graders from Union County High School, and they’ve taught me a great deal of what it means to teach.

But now it’s time for graduation and the end of undergraduate work.  Yet, it’s not going to be the end of my learning experience.  I’ve been accepted to Clemson’s graduate program.  I also found out today that I was awarded a Fellowship.  I was proud and excited to be one of the ten students chosen nationally for this Fellowship.  I’m also excited because it means that the beginning to a new chapter is opening in my life.   I’m looking forward to summer because now I can concentrate on finishing Book Two of Legends of Green Isle, “The Mirror Sliver.”  Even though I am not very far away from 50, I have this feeling that my life is just beginning.

The Big Business of American War: Economic Colonialism

Ike“The first causality of war is truth.” Hiram Johnson (1866-1945)

 

Have any of you watched the 2005 documentary “Why We Fight?”  If you haven’t, you should.  It’s perhaps one of the greatest films I’ve seen in awhile.  Why?  Because it shows how our country generates misery by making war a big business under the guise of spreading democracy around the world.  What’s so provocative about his film is the fact that it alludes to an agenda, set in place perhaps 50 years ago, that our government has been following in order to line the pockets of certain companies and people within the government itself, AND, to bring about the rise of the American Empire.  Using rationale thought (as you watch this film) you begin to realize that there’s a big problem of how the people of America have been duped into believing we need to go to war.  Our government has been perpetuating war for the benefit of not liberty, freedom or the American way of life, but for the almighty dollar.

We spend more money on defense than any other discretionary part of the budget.  We spend more money than the other 18 countries of NATO do.  We’ve gravitated to war and its machines so that our American way of life has become an American way of War.  Companies compete now for bigger and better ways in which to kill people…all under the guise of spreading democracy to the world.  Have we asked the world if they want our way of life? This has become a product competition among big businesses and the government buys these weapons with money which could be spent to end poverty in our nation, find cures for diseases – but instead they outsource war for the benefit of those who head large companies.  I remind you of Cheney and Halliburton.

I’m not going to preach too much from my soap box, but I will ask you some questions: Why do we fight?  Do we really know?  Do we just follow what we’ve been told? Should we question the reasons? Would we really know the truth? Between 2002 and 2003 the Pentagon spent 1.2 billion on advertising for volunteer recruitment into the armed forces.

I leave you with parts of Eisenhower’s farewell speech concerning the militarization of America:

A vital element in keeping the peace is our military establishment.  Our  arms must be mighty, ready for instant action, so that no potential  aggressor may be tempted to risk his own destruction.

Our military organization today bears little relation to that known by  any of my predecessors in peacetime, or indeed by the fighting men of  World War II or Korea.

Until the latest of our world conflicts, the United States had no  armaments industry.  American makers of plowshares could, with time and  as required, make swords as well.  But now we can no longer risk  emergency improvisation of national defense; we have been compelled to  create a permanent armaments industry of vast proportions.  Added to  this, three and a half million men and women are directly engaged in the  defense establishment.  We annually spend on military security more than  the net income of all United States corporations.

This conjunction of an immense military establishment and a large arms  industry is new in the American experience.  The total influence –  economic, political, even spiritual — is felt in every city, every  State house, every office of the Federal government.  We recognize the  imperative need for this development.  Yet we must not fail to  comprehend its grave implications.  Our toil, resources and livelihood  are all involved; so is the very structure of our society.

 In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of  unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military industrial   complex.  The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced  power exists and will persist.

Here we are – at the threshold of American Economic Colonialism and we pay the price for this new era with the lives of our young people.

 

 

 

What Happened?

1366-768-84478What happened?
What happened to those times when laughter came so easily?
I don’t have it much anymore.
It doesn’t come from deep within.
No,
not like it used to.
What happened?

I feel it has been the roads which I’ve chosen.
Those byways of connections,
Loves which were lost,
Memories not made,
Times which should be forgotten.
What happened?

It happened.
This happened.
Life happened.

Sadness.
An emotion which is so difficult to erase.
A heart which refuses to mend.
A soul which can’t find that laughter,
not like it used to know.
Back when this woman wore pig tails,
carefree, wild, untamed.
Running through the saw grass.
What happened?

Life opened its burden,
plunged it deep within,
budded its flawed flower,
shrugged its shoulders unsparingly.

What happened?
Where is this laughter?
It is torn,
shredded,
marred,
obliterated.
Life consumed it all.

Almost There……

imagesCA174ACFIt has been a long semester.  Between working 40 hours student teaching, I’ve been trying to fit working in anytime I can, so I’ve been doing about 60-70 hours and working 7 days a week is getting a little old.  I just have to remind myself, I’m almost there.

Graduation is May 4th.  I’ve been accepted by Clemson University in their Graduate program with a scholarship and assistantship.  Yes, I’m jazzed, just to pooped to jump up and down.  I have to say that my respect for teachers has risen.  I’ve been teaching, preparing lesson plans, dealing with classroom management, speaking to parents in parent/teacher conferences and so forth.  It. Wears. You. Out.  Plus there are children who just are difficult to help.  They are their own worst enemy and it takes a lot of energy not to give up on them.  I’ve found that some students don’t like my teaching style because I’m not entertaining.  (Sorry, I want you to learn not be entertained in school.)  But it makes it worth while when there are the few who say “thank you” for teaching me something, because I know I’m my own worst enemy and its my fault that my grades aren’t up to parr.

I’m almost there.  I say this because going into student teaching I had a much different idea about what I should be doing with teaching.  It’s been reversed.  I can’t give you all the reasons, except to say that it’s not what I expected and I found that my level of care for their education has grown.  I’ve seen a lot of things that I never thought I would have to deal with.  Young people whose own parents give up on them, others who don’t have parents who care and live with someone else and those who just don’t have anyone at all; these are the ones who slip through the school system, without really having someone look them in the face and ask questions about who they are, what they want, what their plans are….there is so much more to being a teacher than people realize.

I’m almost there.  I think this experience is preparing me for something great, I just don’t know what it is yet.   I have found my true calling and it is – Teacher.

Down by the meadow
In a darken forest floor,
there was a little man,
who lived in the ancient oak of lore.
I visited him in my childhood,
talked with him at great lengths.
He always made me laugh
at the tales of fairy dance.
But as the days grew shorter,
and winter set in,
I found I did not visit him
not as much as then.

It was by chance the other day,
as I walked with my children
that we came upon the meadow
and the darkened forest floor.
The trees were not as green,
not as young as I remember.
And there I saw hanging
through twisted vine, the little broken frame.
The ancient oak decayed,
its branches dead and white.
And my little friend was no longer,
as such was my youthful ways.