My people are my magic! Thanks for the levitation!
All through life, I have admired those with eyes that demonstrate the ability to do something powerful, or dangerouus, but who also wear the un-twitching, calm posture of discipline to abstain.
Many of the brave men and women who serve and served our Country live constantly with the battle still inside of them, but though brave then and brave now (and I wish brave also meant okay), that chaos is what they endure, but it is not who they are. They are the most unselfish people in the world, and I thank each and every one of them for what they gave and feel sadness for, because of that giving, what they lost.
Oh, to be an artist! ... My head, my heart wants my hand to draw, but my fingers have no art in them, and the lines they dare could be the ragged skyline of a dilapidated city, or worse, an encephalograph of mental crisis. So I must stick with what I can do...and appreciate the work of others like Lori Salts, Mary Anderson, and Deborah Monfelt, whose work graces pages of my blog. Thanks, girls, for drawing, and your ongoing draw to my pages.
Here's to my daughter, Lori Salts, who does nothing namby-pamby and lets very little stop her. She's not going to tiptoe up to the river and stick a toe in to test the water. She's going to take a running jump at it to see if the water is ready for her!
I admire the American Indian of the Old West, those strong souls who bore the heat and perservered when gray wind turned to ice, leaving little shelter. Their faces were carved from the hard materials of nature, their bodies a high currency of flesh and bone, and their hands full of practical solutions
I admire the teacher who robbed me of my childish desire to remain illiterate, who knocked on my inner choas and set my illusions into an order receptive to learning, and put the revolver of my arrogance back into its holster. She made sense of the gaudy numeric and alphabetical symbols, encouraged me, at gunpoint eyes, but sometimes also with a smile, to look at all sides of things, the insides too, to understand precision. She is dead now, for many years, but from extinction still breathes gentle threads of colors through my life. Thank you, Miss Madison! .
Many people slide smoothly through life doing wonderful, helpful things on a daily basis, without acknowledgment, refusing compensation, willing to settle for a few scrap words of appreciation. Take just a moment to acknowledge a good deed, everything from a kind word or a helping hand to service of our Country. They are all around us, this ring of beautiful people. Aren't we indeed fortunate to live in such fine company? Be grateful, and try to be a contributing part of the living halo of kindness.
I wonder what it is about us that puts that small itch in our brains to inspect, direct, correct someone in their own field of endeavor when we too often don't know all the "whereat," "whereby," "wherefore," "whereupon," "wherewith," or even all the "wh---" of our own.
I am going to tell you just a little bit about a quite exceptional woman, a woman (a bit to the chagrin of those who might not have the same dedication to purpose and attention to detail, so might not understand her) who amazes me on a regular basis. But she's more than that...so don't minimize her. She adds to a "strong" personality, a humbling sense of family and true generosity. Her first name might sound a bit like Connie, her last like Mewes. Be careful though because she's always on a mission, so don't step directly in her path.... but don't be surprised if she stops by for a minute to leave you an apple.
I met a beautiful young woman today (business-related), and I marveled at the kindness and innocence on her face. I will not give her full name, just Jessica, so as not to embarrass her, but I thought as I looked at her and her lovely little girl who was dressed in a Cinderella-sort of outfit, that I hope the world that is so fraught with trouble at this time can somehow be as kind to her, her family, and her generation as it was to me in my own sweet beginnings.