Thursday, July 21, 2016

Friday, July 8, 2016

We are not born knowing how to hate. Hate is learned.

That means that someone has to teach hate.

One only need watch the daily news to see how hate has taken a foothold in the fiber of our everyday lives.   


In reality there will always be hate in the world. What I do not understand is why so many people continue to spread hate and negativity. Why do people ‘share’ unpleasant stories, hateful comments and hurtful words on social media?
Recently, on Facebook, people who I’ve always thought highly of have been posting condemning and denigrating remarks about the presidential candidates. I don’t understand the purpose in that. 

It’s us, as Americans,that have put these people in the positions they are currently in. The democracy that makes the backbone of this nation permits us to voice our opinions and for that I’m grateful. I only wish we would voice our opinions in a more positive manner.


Thursday, June 30, 2016

God Bless the U.S.A.

We've added one more thing to our new home and it may be my favorite to date. We placed the  American flag in our front yard and it is beautiful. There is something very special about this flag and what it stands for. On a minimal level it represents a great country. To a deeper degree it symbolizes the story and events that shaped our nation; along with the values and ideals that make America...America. 
Most importantly to me, I see the history and dedication of the people who have come before me who have fought for the freedoms I have today. I don't take that lightly. I am, and will be, forever grateful to those who fight for the United States of America and allow me the privilege to celebrate in a free and democratic nation.





Over the next several days there will be numerous pictures of the American flag displayed on television and social media along with the sounds of fireworks in each of our neighborhoods. There will be neighborhoods lined with the colors of our nation. What a proud time for us all....  

President Woodrow Wilson, 1917
This flag, which we honor and under which we serve, is the emblem of our unity, our power, our thought and purpose as a nation. It has no other character than that which we give it from generation to generation. The choices are ours. It floats in majestic silence above the hosts that execute those choices, whether in peace or in war. And yet, though silent, it speaks to us — speaks to us of the past, or the men and women who went before us, and of the records they wrote upon it.


Wednesday, June 15, 2016

EVERYONE HAS A STORY.....

You may think your story is not 'worthy' of telling but it is. 




Looks can be deceiving. I believe you are more than I see. I see you surrounded by your people...those with whom you laugh and joke. The outside world sees you as someone who smiles through adversity. But inside you feel faint and out of focus. 

Strangers that you meet on the street or those who you follow in the check out line at the store. Each of them living with the complexity of their own charade. The charade so many of us uphold to meet the standards set by society. You plot the contours of your life but can't find the courage to color outside the lines. 

How did society gain such a powerful grip on us?

It's strange how little of the real person we get to see. Strange how many excuses we can conjure up to explain the decisions we make...the decisions that will haunt us in the future. 

It's strange how we envision the dreams of our future and yet the fantasies stay dormant inside your head. 





Thursday, June 2, 2016

JUNE??

June? Really? Gosh, wasn't it January just yesterday?

Everywhere I look I see colorful summertime exploding. Peonies are blooming... Delicate iris clusters add texture to landscapes... Lilies are bursting open with hues only found in nature... Allium erupt in orbs of color....Isn't it wonderful?!



Last year I decided to put my own spin on the back yard so I pulled out an enormous amount of black-eyed susans and thousands of volunteer marigolds. It's going to look entirely different this summer but that was the whole idea. Every morning I can see changes in the yard with new flowers blooming and plants seemingly popping up overnight. 
I've intentionally planted nearly all perennials in the yard simply for the ease of knowing they'll be back each year.
I find it fascinating that these beautiful plants can survive such cold Nebraska winters and then turn around and provide us with such beauty in the spring and summer.

Nature is a beautiful thing isn't she? :) 



 




Saturday, April 30, 2016

GRATEFUL 365 -- KNOWLEDGE

It's 1:14 AM - My final paper on German Military History is Done and Submitted. 
 Whew! this one nearly did me in. 

I spent most of the day yesterday working on my FINAL Holocaust paper. That one was much easier to write. I found the topic fascinating and I learned ten times more than I ever thought I would. There is so much more to the Holocaust than the concentration camps. 

One book in particular was very disturbing for me. I read the first chapter and just had to stop. It was brutally graphic and although I know the topic is important to understand, I chose not to continue. The mental images I had of that time was more than I could handle. 

This Holocaust class has taught me so many lessons on hate, love, fear, helplessness, desperation and how the 'ordinary' person is capable of the unimaginable.

German Military History, however, was a tough class for me. Maybe if I had taken it by itself I'd applied more time toward it but in this case it took a back seat to the Holocaust class. I did well in it, as far as grading goes, but I worked hard for that grade, let me tell you. 
 
Today I met the morning with a bit of a skip in my step, knowing I'm d.o.n.e with all my papers. 

Thanks to those who gave me a "pep talk" when I whined about all the books I had to read.
* And remember, M., you're next*  :)

And thanks to my sister who vicariously lived through each week a paper was due, texting and calling to see how I was doing. She may be about as happy as I am that the semester is over. ha! 
29 Books Later.....