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I walked, barely conscious, amidst a blaring cacophony of frantic lives, caring but uncomprehending. Sunlight from the
waning day found my skin and caused yet another smile. Better to focus on the pleasures. A light breeze again, still very
different for me here in this latitude. I'm only a visitor, a temporary transplant with such a short time left for dreams of
stars. The winter rushes into my homeland with energy and conviction, turning from cool to tormenting in a matter of
hours. It's a harsh place indeed and has created strong people.... My thoughts of home stir my drifting mind to my
mother and her passions, her labors for those she loves, be they human, animal or otherwise. If God truly meant us to be
caretakers of this earth then it has been my greatest privilege to meet one in my 37 years. Even more of a privilege to be
her son, though the responsibility is a consuming one, I am forever grateful to have been mesmerized as wondrous birds
have taken wing before me and, to have rushed to their aid when they fell. When in their last hours they have limped or
crawled, if they have come to us, they are loved and cared for. I am the heart and hand that continues on from her's and
I am thankful. Ah the tears and tightening of my throat. It's all so true.
I have wondered at how I am. I have stood in remote mountains in Mexico and watched the sun set on strange and
wonderful faces. Faces of Afghans in prayer and sleep though it's painful to think of. I have seen the effects of Soviet
occupation on a good person’s spirit and.... the tax is high. Freedom is truly taken for granted. How can you explain self
sacrifice to one who has been forced to sacrifice everything in the course of governmental ascendancy? Patriotism has a
very dirty stigma today. It should. If we are blinded by the fog and haze of our personal lives and, having no personal and
firm value system from which to think our way through a day... A day filled with parking tickets, rude people,
encroachment on our senses by Wal-Mart, interstates and the desire for a set of gold 24 inch rims..... How can we know
anything but what we are told, with that same cacophony blaring in our ears. How can the word Patriotism mean anything
if our house and our food bowl is all we care for. Dogs live that life far better than we could. But even then with all of
this, I still believe in us. I write to Ty and Mark back home and I believe. I talk to Ray of mice and men and healthcare in
Cuba and the latest political move by "whatever bonehead is saying..." and I believe. I watch Dianne and Roy pay more
than her share to our country's coffers with the hope and prayer that they will do the right thing, and I believe.
We are all so separated now.. and all it takes is communication... which we have more of than ever before in the history of
our planet. From computer links, CB's, shortwave radio, burst transmissions, cell networks to digital TV and radio.....
Maybe it's not how much we communicate..... Maybe we just aren't saying any damn thing that’s meaningful...
Did you stop and stare into some ones eyes and tell them you love them? What new thing did you take it upon yourself
to learn and share with a friend? Did you NOT buy some meaningless toy that doesn't matter and instead play catch
with your son/daughter/brother/sister/neighbor.....?
It does all change with our choices. Each of us.
I'll be doing the right thing. I promise... good luck ya'll.
Original Writings by Jesse Holland Copyright 2007
waning day found my skin and caused yet another smile. Better to focus on the pleasures. A light breeze again, still very
different for me here in this latitude. I'm only a visitor, a temporary transplant with such a short time left for dreams of
stars. The winter rushes into my homeland with energy and conviction, turning from cool to tormenting in a matter of
hours. It's a harsh place indeed and has created strong people.... My thoughts of home stir my drifting mind to my
mother and her passions, her labors for those she loves, be they human, animal or otherwise. If God truly meant us to be
caretakers of this earth then it has been my greatest privilege to meet one in my 37 years. Even more of a privilege to be
her son, though the responsibility is a consuming one, I am forever grateful to have been mesmerized as wondrous birds
have taken wing before me and, to have rushed to their aid when they fell. When in their last hours they have limped or
crawled, if they have come to us, they are loved and cared for. I am the heart and hand that continues on from her's and
I am thankful. Ah the tears and tightening of my throat. It's all so true.
I have wondered at how I am. I have stood in remote mountains in Mexico and watched the sun set on strange and
wonderful faces. Faces of Afghans in prayer and sleep though it's painful to think of. I have seen the effects of Soviet
occupation on a good person’s spirit and.... the tax is high. Freedom is truly taken for granted. How can you explain self
sacrifice to one who has been forced to sacrifice everything in the course of governmental ascendancy? Patriotism has a
very dirty stigma today. It should. If we are blinded by the fog and haze of our personal lives and, having no personal and
firm value system from which to think our way through a day... A day filled with parking tickets, rude people,
encroachment on our senses by Wal-Mart, interstates and the desire for a set of gold 24 inch rims..... How can we know
anything but what we are told, with that same cacophony blaring in our ears. How can the word Patriotism mean anything
if our house and our food bowl is all we care for. Dogs live that life far better than we could. But even then with all of
this, I still believe in us. I write to Ty and Mark back home and I believe. I talk to Ray of mice and men and healthcare in
Cuba and the latest political move by "whatever bonehead is saying..." and I believe. I watch Dianne and Roy pay more
than her share to our country's coffers with the hope and prayer that they will do the right thing, and I believe.
We are all so separated now.. and all it takes is communication... which we have more of than ever before in the history of
our planet. From computer links, CB's, shortwave radio, burst transmissions, cell networks to digital TV and radio.....
Maybe it's not how much we communicate..... Maybe we just aren't saying any damn thing that’s meaningful...
Did you stop and stare into some ones eyes and tell them you love them? What new thing did you take it upon yourself
to learn and share with a friend? Did you NOT buy some meaningless toy that doesn't matter and instead play catch
with your son/daughter/brother/sister/neighbor.....?
It does all change with our choices. Each of us.
I'll be doing the right thing. I promise... good luck ya'll.
Original Writings by Jesse Holland Copyright 2007
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