Purpose

   Purpose. Everybody has one, whether or not they know it. Some can name a purpose or two that they have decided upon. Some not so much.

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   I’m writing this on purpose. Why? Because I want to, because I can, because I might have a point to get across! Maybe my true purpose is hidden from me. Perhaps a Higher Power has a higher purpose to work through me.

   Think about it. If you believe in God or other Higher Power, fate, destiny, something powerful is guiding you. Of course you need to pay attention to find out what is going on. If not, well there you go anyway, perhaps oblivious to what purpose you are here for.

   But that’s okay. You don’t need to know exactly what it is. You’ll still live a life that makes a difference to somebody. As I’ve said in past postings, we are all teachers and students. Someone is learning from us, and we are learning from others.

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   So if you choose to make a New Year’s resolution, do it on purpose. Be realistic. Be positive. If you choose to not make resolutions, that’s okay too. Just remember, a day at a time is all we have to make a difference.

One more day of purpose
one more day of hope,
of believing
we are able to cope
with all that comes our way.
Just for today
we have a purpose.

Theresa M

Discounted

Her hands clutched objects colored with the season,
 decorations and ribbons discounted,
as her little girl of five or so
clutched onto her mama’s dress,
 a hand-me-down from long ago.

“Look, mama!” The child would delight
 at all the toys and gifts displayed.
Saddened eyes, weary from no sleep
 would look upon her child with a deep love
that was priceless - never discounted.


Half a smile she bestowed at the voice of her child,
 the unsmiling half at their poverty.
Cold winds and flurries drifted in from the storefront doors
 as people and packages fought their way in and out.
Discounts - sales - hurry don’t be late!
 or nothing will be left for you.


Her hand-me-down dress hung to her knees
 stockingless against the breeze,
Her child wore a coat much warmer than her own.
 Her child was cloaked with warmth all around.
Tons of pigtails with pretty ribbons
 held her dark hair in place.
Her little dark eyes took in the world in awe,
 her tiny hands wanted to grasp everything.

But her mama disciplined her well to know,
 “We can’t pay for just anything.”
In line they stood and waited so long
 as customers bought loads of merchandise.
Her turn at the counter, she laid down the decorations
 green, gold, red, discounted down.
The purchases rang up to the pennies she figured
 and with a half-smile she payed
and picked up her package.

A friend stood by the exit door with a smile.
 she nodded, he nodded - hands extended to shake
Change passed, unnoticed to her child -
 the friend would get a gift for her in secret -
Her mama always knew and never doubted
 that her daughter should never be discounted.

Theresa M

Merry Christmas to all ...

Perspectives - Short Poetry Compilation


Trees                                                                                                    

Listen carefully, 
trees whisper, trees weep.
they shiver in the cold,
they bury memories in the deep.
One must be worthy
to hear the promises
they keep.



                        
 Water 
                    

One drop of dew
one sprinkle of rain
one day feels all anew.
A single flake
On winter's dark night
beware the path you take.
Water is life
among the earth
in all its forms we thrive.









See This


A mountain to climb           
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on the road to the nest
a tiny ant sees.
A pebble to toss
on the way down the street
a little boy sees.

A branch to rest on
after flying all day
a weary bird sees.
Electric lines buzz
energy twenty-four
a community sees.

Differently.





                                     Arc of Life                                          
                                                                 
There are beginnings
there are endings
Alpha to Omega - 
overlapping arc
of lives intertwined
and apart.
From here one will start
  towards that which has been
  Meantime, we're all part
  of the in-between.
                         
                       Theresa M                       


                                                                                                                                                   

                                                                                               

The Little Girl That I Was

   What would I say to my 6-year-old self if I got a chance to meet her back in time? Or to my 10-year-old, at 14, or 18? Just thinking of this leaves me feeling bittersweet. So much to warn her about but I wouldn’t want to frighten her. So much to inspire her with, but wouldn’t want for her to have expectations that get deflated.



   How could I tell my 6-year-old self that she is loved, that she does matter? How do I tell her that many people hurt just as she does, but beware of those who will take it out on her, make fun of her or use her? Don’t be scared, child. You will find safety.

   At 6 years old I loved to learn but didn’t like going to school. I would tell me to keep learning, keep going to school. At 10 years old, I would fear those grown-ups whose actions and words didn’t seem to be the same. I would tell me to be very careful - actions reveal their real intent. Avoid those who don’t match up if you can. Or tell someone you do trust about it. You will find truth, child.

   My dear self at 14. Teenage years are probably the worst. Keep going to school no matter what, keep learning. I know you’re very shy, that’s okay, you don’t have to have a lot of friends; try to have one or two that you learn to trust. Yes, sometimes it is easier just to drift away with music and fantasy - to dream of a safer place out in the country, away from the chaos.

   Remember at 12 years old when you had that first experience of feeling total powerlessness in what happens in life? Frightening yes, but that is life with a lot of things. Trust in God to be the power for you. People will come and go. God will stay with you. You only need to stay with Him. No, He is not punishing you. Some people just want to make you feel bad. You are not alone, my child.

   So much loss, pain, suffering, sadness yet you’ve reached 18 years old. Where to now? Yes, decisions are difficult when you don’t believe in yourself.  Perhaps you will fall a few times, but you can rise again and try again. There are many paths - all of them will teach you lessons. And within all the lessons you can be a teacher or a student. You will always have worth regardless, whether or not you believe that. You will find faith.

   I could never tell my younger self there would be times of wanting to end life, or that at times emotional pain would seem much too hard to bear. If I do that we might never live, might never have experienced the joys along the way, the moments of delight.

   Or find the love for God’s earth and creatures. We might never have known the truth, we belong to God. We learn to trust in Him and depend on His strength, to trust in His direction, and to hope for everlasting peace when it is time to leave earth, where “I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm.” (Psalm 55:8)

   Hey little girl, I love you. Hang in there; all will be well in time. Trust in the Lord and the direction He takes us in life.           Theresa M



(This is dedicated to all the children who are separated from their parents, alone, lonely, poor, and in need. Remember them in your prayers.)



  Little Girl

The little girl that I am
wore hair of blonde curls
and summer raindrops
with ornery smiles
hiding from fears and hurts
tearing away in her heart.

From the start of life
and onward then
this little girl searches
for someone
in the world to hold her close
and say words that show
belonging is real.

So that everything I
feel and ever did
would be worth something -
would not be in vain
for all the pain
from those who left me 
not chosen, not wanted,
only needed and used.

My little girl inside me
sits quietly bruised
no more of these heartaches
can she bear
no more of the sorrows of life
with no one to share.

The little girl that I am
grew up in pain
abused and abandoned
life left in random
as I choose no more
this way to feel -
I let go - to go away,
to heal.

Theresa M

Can I Have a Word With You?

   Scrolling through Twitter is like walking through a large crowd of people and animals from all over the world. Here is a group of people chatting back and forth trying to “one-up” each other (know-it-alls!). There is someone unloading their conspiracy theories as if they’re facts. Let’s move over here and see these cute animals - aahhh!

   Bump into an aggressive tweeter who threatens to fight back, and blames everyone but himself. Rapid-fire rebukes come shouting out to him, calling for replacements and reinforcements.



   Then a breaking news reporter informs us of a tragedy. People everywhere are offering “thoughts and prayers,” while others respond, “thoughts and prayers aren’t enough!” Oh, look!  Here is someone rescuing an animal - aahh! 

   You want to interject something into any one of these tweets. But which one? Will anyone hear you? Will anyone notice? Do your words matter?

   The only way to find out is to just say it.

   I find some of my most heartfelt comments are noticed, maybe liked or retweeted. Then some of what I think are funny are noticed by more people than I thought would like, yet some good ones seem to be totally ignored.
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   It doesn’t matter. At least I got to have a say whether or not anyone reads it! It’s especially nice to know I can walk away from the crowd anytime I want. People get so worked up sometimes, I don’t want their anxiety spilling over to me. That’s why I like to have animal videos, history pictures, even Zen sayings, interspersed with other twitterers. And when I’ve had enough (or the battery is low) off they go! 

   Words do matter. Choose them carefully.  And chill!      Theresa M

The Ship-Shape Shopper

(It's that time of year again!  Oh, yeah, but this is not about Thanksgiving.  It's about Black Friday shopping!  So here's a little inspiration to get you started......)
                                                                   



The ship-shape shopper
should start a show
on shaving for savings
for prices below.

“Shop here and shop there”
the ship-shape shopper would say
or ship it to self
from a shop like e-bay.

The ship-shape shopper
of course she would know
to get shipping that’s free
that’s part of the show!

Ship-shape shopper
at times shops so fast
she becomes a shape-shifter
that’s ship-shape, alas!

So now we have sweet shopping “shoulds”
from a sharp, swell sister
who helps get us the goods.
She is the ship-shape shape-shifter shopper
and no one can stop her!
Theresa M

Be careful out there!!!

One of These Days...

   A day in the life of … anybody. A day can make a difference.

   Recently I went through weeks of being ill, with three weeks of antibiotics, which made me feel sicker. Although I am slowly recovering, I again see what a wimp I am enduring physical pain.

   I have felt worn out, little energy, but I do what I can daily. A little here, a little there. Then my dog got sick last week - diarrhea. It was horrible. I had to confine her, clean up each mess. Poor thing got chapped from all the washing she had to endure. (tip: use aloe vera gel-heals well!)

   So I was frustrated with that (after a few days of treatment for her with boiled chicken, rice, and doses of kaopectate per vet, she is much better!).

   Then of course, another problem-the furnace broke. I did look on the bright side of that: it happened while the temperature was in the 50’s! The next day it was fixed. But costly.

   Through the physical pain, the frustration, the worries, the expenses, (not to mention this happened around voting time!) I felt exhausted. I felt powerless. I felt discouraged.

   I kept praying for God’s help. Even my sister lit votive candles for me (and envisioning those candles brought a sort of comfort in meditation). How much can we bear?

   I kept reminding myself the mantra I try to live by daily:

      “I trust in God and the direction He takes me in life.”

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   Just hold on. Just get through this day.

   The day the furnace got fixed, my dog was happy and diarrhea-free, my achiness and coughing continued but not as bad.

   Things just fell into place in one day.

   I can see why “One Day At a Time” is such an important concept in recovery. Really we have no choice to change the past, may be powerless over many things anyway, and can’t predict tomorrow. We can live in the now. We can have hope. We can trust in God, that He will lead us through.

   Amazing the difference one day can make. I feel more hopeful. I trust in God and the direction He takes me in life.            Theresa M

How Many Lives Matter?

   How many lives does it take until it matters? Until the lives that were lost are worth grieving, worth remembering, worth empathizing with their loved ones? Are worth counting?

      The focus before the onset of a hurricane is to protect lives. Protect them from the hurricane force winds’ destruction. Protect from the heavy rains leading to flooding. Protection that needs to continue on past the first two or three days of weather damage that is done. What is not “done” are the ways in which death creeps in to steal more lives.

   Think of dominoes, with the first one knocked down being the winds itself, the rain and storm surge being second and continuing to knock down more dominoes. These other dominoes represent not only homes and buildings lost, but electricity cut off, water being tainted, life-saving equipment being halted, lack of generators or fuel, lack of food, inability to transport.

   Imagine the continual fall of the dominoes chain - until flattened.

   This could take days, weeks, and even months if no plans or efforts are brought up to deal with the heightened devastation. A major disaster. Many dead. Some may be from natural causes, but many are the results of the storm’s effects.



   How then does one know who counts? In Puerto Rico’s 2017 hurricane Maria there were varying reports on the death toll. The devastation went far into isolated regions which could not be reached for weeks. Of course there would be different reports.

   An independent study by George Washington University Milken Institute, School of Public Health provided a more recent reported total in August 2018:    2,975*

   Yet our president denies it, saying it is a plot to undermine him. He made this about him. He said some of them were just old people dying of natural causes who were counted.

   As if their lives don’t matter? The president can disbelieve it all he wants. But why don’t their deaths matter to him? Why no acknowledgement of the horror, the pain, the difficulties Puerto Ricans went through in trying to survive the effects of this devastating hurricane?

   The president said the response to the hurricane was a “success.” Who praises something where lives were lost, regardless of the number agreed or not agreed to?

   When does one learn that mistakes do happen? That plans and procedures are just blueprints of ideas that may not match up to “what-if’s” that pop up out of nowhere?

      What happened with the lack of continuing response to assist those in need in Puerto Rico is a failure on all levels of government: a failure to acknowledge what went wrong, what could be done better, to act on it, and learn from this. Ignoring the facts won’t teach us anything. And it won’t make anything better.

   2,975 lives - give or take 1, 10, 100, or even 1,000.

   How many lives does it take for us to wake up to the reality that is right before us: the lies, the denial, the hatred, the gaslighting, the ignorance of truth - is destroying our nation? How many lives want to change that? Puerto Ricans are Americans, but they cannot vote.

   Remember this when you vote. Remember for those who are no longer with us. Remember for those who are still here as well.

   Lives matter. Votes matter.         Theresa M.

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* https://www.nytimes.com/2018/08/28/us/puerto-rico-hurricane-maria-deaths.html research by George Washington University Milken Institute, School of Public Health, published August 2018: est deaths PR Hurricane Maria 2,975.

Remember all those who were killed or harmed by devastating hurricanes of past and recent (Katrina, Maria, Michael).
Support aide organizations such as Red Cross.

Pen Pal

  




The pen did it again.
It wanted to write
yes, even in spite
I needed a break
for Heaven’s sake!

The pen on a whirlwind
was spewing its ink
before I could think,
it took a wrong turn.
Now I adjourn.



see you next week!

Time, Move on By

   Ever wonder why time only moves forward? Actually does it even move at all?

   In our minds we remember things that happened in the past - maybe from childhood, teen years, or even just yesterday. At least we remember our own personal version of it.

   As for events we weren’t involved in, we remember what we read or heard about it - someone’s interpretation of the events.

   Time passed - we moved on.



   We consider time as always moving forward to the future. It can’t be stopped. Future is only an idea, a dream, a possibility. It is not a reality until it happens.

   So does this mean time actually moves? It advances, it progresses. It is active. It is in motion - or is it? Aren’t we the people, the animals, the plants, the weather what is in motion?

   Did nature invent the clock? No, humans did. Setting up seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years - in marking time. Humans try to own time: they set it, pay you for it or dock it from your pay (!), give it to you, make the time, structure time.

   Nature just moves at its own pace, recognizing what is within, without, interacting all around, to create anew. And when it no longer can sustain life, nature allows dissolution. Regardless of time.

   There is timeless wonder in God’s creation. Theresa M.
                                                  
                      "Time hurry by, carry me home
                       don't take too long
                       knowing I know the way better
                       this time, move on by..."
                            Paul Parrish, lyrics to "Time
                               (on Helen Reddy 1971 album)
                                

Simple Pleasures

   “I want to go home!” This was the frequent request of a mentally ill patient I worked with in the past on a locked psych unit. Actually many patients have said that frequently.

   What stands out about, I’ll call him Mr. E, was his almost child-like innocence when he said it. Almost - because at times he could be loud and demanding. Wait, that can be child-like too. He was in his 50’s.

   He was a bit slow mentally, and really didn’t understand his mental illness. I’m not sure what diagnosis they landed on him. Due to his mental limitations he was often involuntarily committed to psych inpatient because of odd behaviors and altercations with neighbors.

   There were stretches of time when he took his meds, with the guidance of his family (but he lived alone, cut grass and shoveled snow for neighbors). Then delusions took over, having him think he didn’t need the medications. He would spiral down.

   It is important to point out here sometimes there is a fine line of when a mentally ill person becomes “dangerous” to himself or others. And the danger is what hospitalizes them. That’s left up to the mental hygiene commissioner, other court officials, as well as psychiatrists/psychologists to determine.

   Being a mental health technician, I had no say in the matter - that’s fine. I was there to watch over the patients, keep them safe, help them attend to their ADL’s (activities of daily living) and offer support/encouragement.

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   Mr E was often anxious, restless. He obsessed about things. One in particular was about toothpaste. As his teeth had been rotting away, he would steal toothpaste from other patients, as if all of this could remedy his situation. He was sneaky and often tried to manipulate staff in various ways in order to “obtain” things (like a bottle of Coke at nurse’s station). He obsessed about cigarettes too.

   Relatively, Mr. E was harmless. He did need guidance and direction. But he wouldn’t go to a group home. He in some ways was able to maintain his independence. I actually admire that.

   I would often sit with him (as he would try to sit still) and talk with him. He often said “I just want to go home,” fidgeting, scratching his head, throwing up his arms. One time I asked him, “What would you be doing right now if you were home?” I was hoping to have him visualize a calmer situation. 

   “He smiled and said, “Right now? I’d be sitting on the front porch smoking a cigarette and drinking a cup of coffee.”

   I loved his response! Such simple little pleasures for him. I told him, “There’s nothing like the simple little pleasures in life is there?” He agreed, grinning. (Actually I would disagree with the smoking part, he already knew that. But I didn’t bring it up, that was his choice of pleasures.)  I reassured him he would get there in time.  For awhile he accepted that.

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   But yes, in their confinement and their illness, these patients want to go home. Home to them could be an abusive family, drug and alcohol users, poverty. Or it could be a better environment. But they all have their “picture” of home, being unconfined. Being somewhere searching for a simple pleasure of life. A freedom. Freedom doesn’t mean a life without problems, but it does mean a chance to really live.

   Some days sitting out on my porch, in the comfort of my home, I think of Mr. E. And I hope he is home enjoying the simple pleasures of life.               Theresa M.

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Judgement Daze

   How sad to hear about so many women, and some men too, who have lived for years with the frightening memories of being sexually abused. There have been so many reports of those fearful of talking about it because of many reasons: they will be scorned, shamed, doubted, ostracized.

   How sickening to know that many abusers have got away with these assaults. Many going on to be prominent citizens, boasting of their achievements, while getting away with such vile behavior.

   How strong it has been for the survivors of these attacks to come forward now, sharing their stories - being heard, being validated, becoming a beacon for others to stand strong.

   How cruel is it that so many call these survivors liars, and denigrate them. Why must they try to squash these voices? Why must they be so angry toward them?

   “Therefore judge nothing before the appointed time; wait till the Lord comes. He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness and will expose the motives of men’s hearts.”  I Cor 4:5

   It is difficult for many of us to not place judgment when we hear the chaotic responses to these troubling stories. Yet we must make judgements about what is right versus what is wrong; make decisions about setting up a process that is fair and just for all sides; determine what is in the best interest overall. Due process. Do right. Let survivors be heard.       Theresa M




A Seasonal Day





Winter breezes might bring sneezes,
or full-blown colds, you know.
And springtime rains clog up the drains, 
but warm winds are better than snow.

Ah, summertime is sublime,
there are no finer days.
Although the fall I do recall
has a lovely sight to gaze.

But in any season the only reason
that made a very fine day,
are those when friends
spent days on end
before they went their way.


Theresa M.
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Before the Fall

   There is going to be an early fall. That’s the impression I get, seeing the wooly fat worms moseying along the back of my house. And the huge increase in spider webs, stretched here to way out there on my porches and in my garage. Yes, when these little creatures come visiting, fall has come early.

   There are a number of things to do to prepare for fall and winter. Of course, the usual, covering up the a/c outdoor unit, cleaning furnace vents and filter. Re-mulching and trimming certain hedges.

   But my nightmare work is the neighbor’s black walnut tree. Humongous, overgrown, swaying over my back yard, garage, and part of my house roof. This creature is a beautiful place in the spring and summer for the birds to nest and rest. And for the shade it provides. But come late August and September, “Boom!!” The walnuts become missiles, bouncing all over the roof (night and day). And if there are high winds, it’s an all-out assault!

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   Yes, I’ve been hit on the head by one - and it hurts! I believe it is a hard-hat area for safety (though I’ve yet to get one). It’s cracked my bird feeders and bird bath. I have to protect my dog when she has to toilet.

   The owner has never bothered to cut down the tree - too expensive. And tenant after tenant says the same, although two separate tenants did trim a few limbs around my electric lines. God bless them!

   But the war of the walnuts is not just from bombardment. These black walnuts are encased in a thick green shell. The longer the nuts sit in the yard, the creepier they become, decomposing, with little worms crawling out. Ugh! So there are several rounds of a back-breaking chore of raking them up and bagging and dragging them to the alley for pickup. With back problems and arthritis, this task gets more difficult each year. But it must be done! Can’t have those slimy little worms all over the yard! And of course when grass grows again, it makes it difficult to cut with all those walnuts everywhere!

   Just when it seems the task is all over, the rest of the leaves from that tree (and other neighboring trees) decide they’re ready to fall too. So I get them raked up.

   I wait for snow close to wintertime. But if I’m lucky the twigs and the needles from all these trees will take their turn in falling to my backyard. Alas, the black walnuts, the leaves, the twigs, and the needles couldn’t agree to all come down at once - they each take their own sweet time.

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   Year in, year out. Rake it, bag it, drag it. And none of it, not one leaf, one nut, one twig, one needle is from a tree in my own yard. It’s a lot of work. Just think if I received payment for it! I’d be rich!

   But that’s how it is. Life and seasons making changes and cycles. I have to take care of the fall before I fall! Yet I do appreciate the trees, granting birds’ rest, and plenty of shade.     Theresa M.

Signs of the Times

Everything is not always as it appears to be.
Don't feed into the hyperbole.
We can still keep our sign to say
the simple message of "Okay!"

   I tweeted this Sept 5, 2018 after reading various remarks/responses to a “sign” that was reportedly to have been made at Kavanaugh SCOTUS hearings. Without going into all the political correctness of who did/said/saw what, in short:

A woman behind Kavanaugh was sitting with a sideways “OK” sign made with her right hand while crossing her arms. It was an unusual way to display one’s hand in that position. But apparently someone out in twitterland reported it was a white supremacist sign, and accused her of sending a message advocating for them.

   Is this really a sign that group uses? Maybe, I’ve seen other pictures of what are supposed to be their followers posing that way. Who knows if this woman at Kavanaugh’s hearing intended it for nefarious signaling. If it’s true, too bad. This sign for a long time has been simply for stating “okay!” I would not want to see use of this symbol changed to something that is not okay. Let’s not give so much attention to people who want to point us in the wrong direction.

   Just as I would not want the two fingers pointing up, with thumb crossing last two fingers as a peace sign be changed to something crude or evil. Or how about a thumbs up sign being decimated? No, no, no. We need to keep positive signs/symbols to continue - keep things decent and respectable. And while we’re at it, keep that middle finger where it belongs! Theresa M.

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America Has a Lot to Learn

   We are a very proud nation. We are strong. We’ve fought for independence and freedom. We’ve fought for other nations to have a better way of life too.

   But that pride can sometimes be a sore spot. Well, more than that, it can cause us to not only fall (as in Proverb 16:18), it can cause us to fail.

   Americans often take a look at the positive ways we have grown, which is a good thing. We’ve come a long way financially, industrially; we’ve built cities, infra-structures; we’ve negotiated trade with many nations. We’ve made a lot of progress in science and technology. All well and good.
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   But in looking at our nation’s faults/shortcomings, we seem to only creep along slowly at making improvements to accepting our strength as a nation of diversity.

   Starting out with taking over land that belonged to Indigenous People, killing them or reneging on treaties; with slavery becoming a for-profit business, we have mistreatment of human beings (in many, many ways - too much to go into here). We’ve had strong people, some leaders, some “common” men who have brought to the forefront the need for change - for America to have laws that protect human beings, to improve their way of life, to give other equal opportunities.

   Who could be against something so good as to making America a land that is caring, loving, respectful? Many, many people could and have been against it. And continue to be. They believe they are better or more deserving for whatever reasons, likely due to irrational fears of losing what they have or hope to have.

   Pride is not alone in our failure. Greed is rampant also. Right along with envy, jealousy. We see it every day with corporations’ increasing profits, charging us more and more; in tax breaks for the wealthy, tax back-breaking for the middle-class. We see it in politics, where priorities are placed on the money donations one can receive over the needs of the people they represent.
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   We have seen it throughout our history. The pride, the greed, the envy stomping over the dignity of human beings, sometimes squelching by way of murder. These arrogant aggravators have gone way beyond the simple goal of looking for a better way of life. They have gone past that to trying to own it all: own people, land, property, money. For what? Really, for what? How does that improve anyone’s life?
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   America has a lot to learn. Somehow we got sucked into this illusion that materialism and individualism is the goal of all goals. As if walking all over others to keep increasing one’s wealth is the purpose of life.

   Just stop already. Look around. What are we doing to one another? Why aren’t we walking on the same path? How have we come to this point in our lives where our priorities have gone so far off track?

   The spirit does not want. It only loves.           

   We have so much to learn. There is still time.           Theresa M

Power of the Past

   Growing up as a child in mid-Texas I didn’t know about racism, at least not until my teens. We had always lived with blacks, Hispanics, and whites in our neighborhoods and schools. We kids were friends regardless of color.

   In our junior high (we had that for grades 7 to 9) things changed. A local school was closed. The students were to be bused to our school. Most of these new students were black. Not a problem.
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   We all had to adjust, them to this new school and all of us to a new set of kids. As I said we were already an interracial school, so that was an advantage. But I remember some of the new students were unhappy with the new arrangement. Some had negative attitudes, some were trouble-makers, inciting arguments. Now I see they were just testing us, in their attempts to adjust.

   I had always been a shy withdrawn child. Only until well past my teens did I get out of that shell somewhat. But back then I kept to myself and was passive. I didn’t understand the behavior and attitudes of the new students. What was the problem? Apparently the teachers took notice and some even addressed it straight up in classes. Even in classes having nothing to do with racial tensions, like English class.

   My English teacher helped start a conversation. I do not remember the specifics unfortunately. But I remember learning valuable lessons. The new students started talking about their expectations of resentment from us. They knew what it was like to have others be prejudice against them. There was some discussion of history about slavery.

   For the life of me, I don’t remember schools ever teaching us the truth about slavery. Or about how Indigenous People/Native Americans, had their lands and their lives violently taken away from them. It was always one-sided, that they killed whites.

   Oh sure, we were taught that Christopher Columbus discovered America in 1492. Only that was a lie. He never set foot in North America. He was in South and Central America and the islands in the Caribbean. There he slaughtered natives, and enslaved them. All in his quest for riches and to find more land to conquer. (1)

   Now let me say I am glad to be an American. I believe in the constitution and our values. But the truth is necessary in order to keep us from repeating mistakes. We were not always, maybe never, entirely a good, respectful nation.

   We didn’t start out this country with human rights in mind. Those who manipulated Native Americans out of treaties, and worse, killed them, justified it by pretending these people weren’t equal to themselves.(2) 

   And thus the behaviors continued, adding more black people as slaves.

   Over and over the white conquerors were feeding into the early consciousness of this nation that some humans were sub-beings. Generation after generation taught the mindset of putting oneself above others. At any cost. Even the cost of a civil war.

   And even after that war, though slaves were set “free,” many whites did not let go of their own prejudices and beliefs. They kept a grip on them. Fighting simply continued in other areas: socio-economic, education, ownership of land, voting. And in lack of law and order, such as lynchings.
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   Some people today question the validity of a black person bringing up the issues of past treatment. They say there is no slavery, no discrimination now, why act like a victim? But clearly there is an issue. Discrimination is still in the mindset of people today.

   We are raised to believe certain things. We have not been taught to experience equality, because we have not been taught the truth about our nation’s history. Without knowing the truth and confronting the truth, we are not a nation of equality, nor one allowing others to seek “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness” for all.

   What about the pursuit of life, liberty and happiness for the Native Americans/Indigenous People? What about the blacks forced into slavery just a few generations ago? Or even the American Japanese who were forced into internment camps between 1942-1946?

   This sounds so familiar. Because this continues to be the behaviors even today. Politically, industrially, financially. The top 2 percent owning and running America, with their pursuit of power, money, and land, with many others pushing their way to be just like that, acting as if they are better than others. Treating people as if they don’t matter. As if others are sub-human.

   It is a long, difficult struggle for everyday Americans to fight for America’s values. Too many take it for granted I think. Too many are trapped in their own mindset, not searching, not reaching for the truth.

   Read. Learn. Grow. Don’t stay stuck. Teach.

   Those teachers in my junior high school (so many years ago) noticed a disruption in their classrooms, so they opened up a conversation, and allowed us kids to express and question life as it was happening. Then we learned the truth about our history. Taking the past and the present, we could move forward to change for the better. We must keep teaching.

   I’ve never forgotten the power of a teacher.

 Theresa M




sources:

(1) theguardian.com “In 1492 Columbus sailed…” by Sara Galo 10/13/14
(2) allabouthistory.org/native-american-history and
      britanica.com/topic/Native-American/Native-American-history
(3) britannica.com/event/Japanese-American-internment