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To emma

To my beautiful girl, I give you these words.

Well, my dear, it may seem this world was never meant for us, not the way it is now, not the way it has been. But, my darling, nothing worthwhile was made perfect from the start.

Everything craved, lusted for, and containing real value started in someone’s dreams.

It took molding and shaping and relentless perseverance on the part of some Great Creator to turn dirt into the smooth painted walls of the cliff.

The painted desert walls of Southern Dakota or the Grand canyon. The dust had to gather and settle and harden, the river had to etch in it it’s name. That is what it takes to make true beauty and art and YOU, my precious darling, are art.

They’ll lie to you every day.

You’ll see these lies on television, in movies, on billboards, from sources deemed reputable by leaders and authority.

You’ll hear them in songs and out of the mouths of the ones you trust,

BUT,

listen to my voice, child.

Let it ring loudly each time you need it.

I’ll scream it into a jar for you to keep safe.

I will tell you the truth as I’ve learned it the hard way and I’m telling you now that this truth will not change.

You’re beautiful, that’s true.

But what can that body do that will last more than a century?

Nothing more than a memory in the minds of those you meet will that body become.

Your mind is your asset, your strength, your own source of energy and with it you will create poetry and think great thoughts that will be repeated endlessly by others who seek to feel your souls starlight.

Your strength and your will.

Your wit and your might.

THEY will travel through time while your body will rot, but not the fruits of your mind.

Your voice will echo forever if behind it you place intentions that are pure and words that are wise.

Your soul is sacred and eternal so let it be free and unspoiled, untainted and untethered by the fleeting expectations of a society that is only as valuable as a tear drop in the sea.

If you let them smother you with their misguided truth and intentions, you , my sweet girl, will break your own heart.

No one can break it from the outside because, unlike man, you are not made of stone, but of gold.

Malleable and soft, precious and rare. As they try to break you, you will bend and stretch under the hammer.

You will sway as their screams of inequality create hurricanes of wasted wind, because some Great Creator that cannot be fathomed made you with a great purpose.

It is one that will remain unexplained until you are capable of understanding it and strengthened enough by experience to head into it without fear while holding His hand with a faith that no religion could contain.

You, my sweet one, are exquisite, far beyond the words of all languages combined.

There is no term for what you will become because they will coin one when you reveal what it is you were created for. You are capable of creating the future we have fought for and the one you deserve.

The responsibility may seem too great and too heavy and you may falter and fall but never give up, never stay down.

Your spirit is a magnet and others will join you to help you carry the weighty load and together you will become more than the bearers of life but the creators of a world worth living in.

You, my little girl, can do anything and no one can stop you for you are magnificent in a way that transcends their realm of understanding and enters into one that exists to you alone.

You are a dancing and sparkling spirit, affecting change, fortifying the future with goodness and justice.

You are a gift to all mankind and should be treated as such, without exception.

They will try to lessen you and attempt to dull you down and this is the time to take out that jar.

Open it in front of them and the screams of those who’ve fought the battle before you will force them back and deafen them.

They will fall to their knees.

The strength is yours.

The wisdom has been freely given and rightfully earned.

Use it and never forget that your power requires no explanation, justification, or excuse.

It needs only an outlet in the form of a song, an essay, a speech.

Whatever you choose, if you use it well and with grace and love, it will live inside the souls of the ones you’ll save with it, for eternity.

You, my baby, can do anything.

Let no one steal that from you with noise and normality.

With these words I deliver into your hands your own destiny. In your hands is where it belongs. Hide it from no one so others may see you and seek you out. Let them be fortified while taking shelter under your wild wings above. Teach them to be strong. You’re more than they’ll allow you to realize, so, I’ll tell you now and repeat it as often as needed. You are the way forward, the answers, the truth. Shine bright, little darling. Be brave, teach others, stay true. You are the future you’re wishing for. The entire universe lives inside of you. Use it.

The traveler. 

   This post has been a collaborative effort between my dear friend Andrea and I. Andrea, being the brave and selfless soul that she is, is currently traveling the world on a charitable mission. She and I have long known that we share a very similar set of ideals and perspectives so, when she approached me today with the idea of working on a piece together that could express what her soul has been screaming to say, I didn’t hesitate for a moment.  We wrote this today to convey a sense of sorrow we share for the path that many we have met seem to be on in the hope of awakening a dormant energy in the good people of this world that may act as a catalyst to the creation of positive change.

   As a traveler, exploring new countries, cities, and places is truly inspiring. Adversely, it has also saddened me deep into my core. As I sit here sipping my coffee, I look around and have realized that there are too many people on this planet that have never truly lived. 

   One day they are going to wake and realize they haven’t enjoyed life but, by then, it will be too late. They were too busy trying to “keep up with the Joneses”. They have spent a life time acquiring material goods to fill their homes instead of acquiring substance and experiences to fill their souls. It is my fear that they will leave this world with an emptiness as they have failed to do and see the things that actually make life worth living. To develop and fortify their eternal selves. To leave a spring of energy behind that future generations can draw from.

   I understand the logistics and necessity of money but it’s the constant consuming that society breeds into us from birth that I can’t seem to wrap my brain around.  Why do we not focus on teaching our children the more substantial, fulfilling, and worthwhile values of life? Such as meeting new people in strange places, however alien or odd they may seem, which enriches our love of human kind and adds to a sense of sameness that allows us to feel empathy, a deeper connection, and an ability to relate so that we need never feel alone. To be kind to one another including those we don’t understand or stand to gain anything from. To become acquainted with people unlike ourselves so that we can learn something from them and they can gain knowledge by knowing us. To not judge critically but rather embrace our differences and to search out commonalities we can use to unite. 

   Maybe it is me who is running away from society. Maybe I am searching for something that does not exsist. It’s a feeling I’m longing for that I’m unable to find.

   But, as I sit here, I can’t seem to get far enough away from where I am. 

   Every adventurer travels with a multitude of items that vary due to the individual needs of each mission or destination. However, there is one thing they carry with them as they travel to every location.  No matter where I go, there I am. And, so is the feeling that the people I have met could benefit from walking a slightly different path. This feeling and place I seek may not exsist yet but, they very well could.

  It’s not that I feel my way is best or perfectly suited for every soul on this Earth but, with a greater commitment to performing kind and altruistic acts, a deepened empathy and connection to all of humankind, an amplified desire to teach and elevate every population, and with a renewed focus on the aspects of life that are soul enriching and knowledge expanding as opposed to the superficial and meaningless things people seem to lustfully desire, we may be able to create that peaceful place in every valley, village, and bustling metropolis the world over.

  Perhaps the sense of fulfillment I have sought for so long as I have walked alongside so many empty spirits as they scratch for sustenance on the walls of malls and market places will finally overtake me as I successfully help to realign the human hearts I touch with a real sense of purpose.  Maybe my philanthropic deeds and toiling to teach a man to seek a sense of duty or a position in which he can lift another man up instead of exhausting himself in an effort to obtain a title, a place of power, or a societal status that only holds value in his office building while making him stacks of paper money that could easily blow away or burn, will bring me that sense of ease. 

   I wish to teach people to value the things that don’t fade in and out of style.  I want to show everyone the roads that I have found to happiness on a map that any and all can read and travel, despite their income bracket, race, or gender. Despite any affiliation of any kind.  I wish to pass on the knowledge I have gained through great difficulty, freely and to all who seek a well of limitless joy that is built with the bricks we create by being of service to others and is filled with the satisfaction of knowing that we have contributed to the positive forces, giving as much as we have taken.  

   I know that not everyone can see or experience what I have seen. I’ve witnessed a broad scope of the human condition and life on many levels.  I have seen the very poor, unable to feed themselves or seek necessary medical care. Children, homeless on the filthy streets of dangerous cities. Their stomachs aching with hunger and their hearts aching with the discomfort of abandonment and the weariness that comes with never having had the opportunity to feel at rest or at ease. They are in tears because of the pain with no one to console them. Alone. Without hope. Vulnerable, uneducated, unprotected, and cast aside to be abused and left to die.  

  I grew to maturity in the American middle class where I was freely given an education. I was afforded the food and shelter that these children consider to be luxuries. I was told I had the right to safety and health. Ignoring the ridiculousness in desiring statuses and stuff is impossible for me now. 

   No matter the country, race, or creed, people are people. Children are children. A smile is a smile and laughter and tears, worry and regret, hunger and cold, love and anger are endowed upon us all to let us know that, despite our differences, we are made of the same material. 

  We cringe as we watch others suffer because we are born with a sense of responsibility to be of assistance to one another. The borders of countries created imagined walls.  With those walls came the division of race, religion, and allegiance to governments that have seperated us for thousands of years.

Men created those things. 

Men make mistakes.

   I’m not seeking a Utopia, for that seems an unattainable dream.  I only dream of kind hearts and helping hands and minds that seek out similarities instead of the divisive differences. I’m in search of a more unified society that is comprised of a brilliant pallette of colorful faces and is driven by compassion, acceptance, and open mindedness. It is fueled with the warm and inexhaustible energy of love instead of this one that seems to be hell bent on stoking the furnace fires with hate while we fill our empty spaces with gold or plastic, closing our eyes and ears as people beg for help and shutting ourselves off only to wonder why we feel so alone. 

  If you would only try the way I found, grow accustomed to living with a little less, become used to desiring little but offering much, I am certain you would find that seeking fulfillment by helping and bringing joy to others is an everlasting source of contentment, and, the opportunities for entertainment and intellectual growth are never-ending if one becomes willing to look beyond what they already know.

   My benevolent spirit was cultivated from the same materials that every one of us is made from and the world seems to be in need of an adjustment. If even a small portion of this planet’s population of over 7 billion beings would make even a small shift in a more selfless direction, millions of lives would be improved and millions of minds would be grown. All of those good things that we millions of changed souls do would become the seeds, planted in the newly fertile soils we have enriched and made suitable for growth with our new philanthropic mindsets, that will grow into the crops that feed the next generation of kind and hungry souls.

People

We are not test scores.

We are not criminal records.

We are not measured by how many blue thumbs up we accumulate at the bottom of a photo.

We are not a habit or a membership.

We are not a religion.

We are not a color.

We are not a size or numbers on a scale.

We are not the things we’ve done.

We are the things we do.

We are how we treat others.

We are the intentions behind our actions.

We are the effort we put into self improvement.

Be aware.

Look inward.

Blame throwing and name knowing mean nothing in the end.

Be good.

No excuses or justifications for bad behavior.

Be good.



Snow silence

Minnesota winters at night were so quiet and still.

The blanket of white even muted the colors in the landscape.

If my mind became chaotic I would sit outside in the dark and the silence of it all soothed me.

The trees and leaves were frozen and still and made no rustling.

The critters and bugs had died or settled into their hibernation slumber.

Birds went south so there wasn’t a chirp or wing flapping for hundreds of miles.

Cold silence.

Complete silence.

It was like living on the moon.

Everything was sparkling.

I loved watching the dryer vent outside of the house. 

As soon as the warm moist air entered in to the cold it crystalized.

It looked like glitter.  Sparkling air flowing out.

It was beautiful.

I don’t understand how people can be gloomy and grumpy about a cold winter.

It’s one of the most beautiful things on this Earth.

Puzzle pieces

Life is like a puzzle. 

In the beginning the picture is unclear.

Thousands of pieces.

Each step we organize it by learning things, growing, moving forward.

We begin to see some sense in it.

Shapes and forms become visible.

Direction is found.

At some point we have a good idea of our purpose, even when the details and full picture aren’t clear.

It seems to me that those who choose to see the beauty in the colors while the details aren’t yet visible, and the people who take joy from the work that is done to complete the next task rather than worry that their efforts are irrelevant, and the people that trust that the outcome will be worthwhile are much happier during the process.

Puzzles.

All of us.

Every one different though some may look alike.

I’ve found my edges.

I must say it’s vibrant.

Parts are complete while others are still a jumble.

Putting myself together has been fun, overall.

I’m glad I’m not done yet like I wanted to be in the darker parts.

I’m excited to see what’s next.

Fortified

Some are lost to the fire.

They are consumed and turned to ash by the flames.

They blow away with the smoke filled wind.

It destroys them.

Others are forged within this inferno.

Under pressure and heat, the longer the stronger.

Beaten and bent in and out of shape.

They come out of it.

Sharp.

Indestructable.

Beautiful.

Unbreakable.