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I am an author, artist, journalist, activist, and most importantly, I am an Individual, with my own voice, my own will and my own ideas.

Once a Mighty Oak

Once a Mighty Oak

A Metaphor of Thought to be pondered.  The true and pure individual can comprehend without grandiose and see, this is all, this is we, no solidarity blame be.

My minds-eye is resting upon a stoop, as I do ever-so often, watching the birds fly by; savoring the beauty of their grace in flight.  Rabbits scurry among the rich clover and the breeze blows the wheat in the fields across the dusty road in front of my secret mental place nestled in the rural countryside.  I close my eyes and vividly recall the mighty oak that once sat centered between the two fields, strong, tall and in its grandeur once graced the skyline with her broad branches and lush green leaves.  She was one tree but trunk split as to appear to be two individual trees stemming from one earthen source. Then I open my eyes and am drawn back into reality.

I see that same tree, not so mighty, scarce are the leaves that grow on the eastern side, yet the side on the west still blooms, yet struggles to grow beyond the fragile limbs that sway in the summer breeze.  How can this be?  How can something that once was so grand, so strong, wither to near nothingness between two fields of capable nourishment?  I set out on a quest to unearth the mystery that lie in front of me in a disheartening state of inevitable demise.

I started my quest by inquiring the ownership of the tree, to discover, it was a gift from nature that separated the two fields, of which had individual owners.  The farmer to the east possessed his land first, shortly followed by the farmer to the west.  Each of them, cherishing the beauty of the tree, and wanting to possess it as their own.  The tree, her only task was to answer mother earth’s call, to grow to bloom and to give back to nature the splendor that was bestowed upon her.  Although the tree belonged to neither, in all rights, the farmer to the east felt because he was there first, he would sway the tree to grow in his direction, and tethered restraints to sway her to grow in his direction as she blossomed into a mature mighty stature among nature.

The farmer to the west understood, and wanted to share the beauty of her duplex massiveness that would one day be, and offered solution.  He fertilized the roots upon the western side, and offered this yielded richness to the farmer on the east, who took offense to his skill. Claiming to himself, in his grandiose stance, he took aim to damage the very roots by means vindictiveness and an axe he harmed the tree on the western side, hoping the failure, would wound the view from the west, and cause only the eastern side to grow and flourish where he may benefit.  In this state of grandiose, felt he was right in his actions, not realizing the roots were intermingled, and in his destruction, harmed the beauty of the one tree as a whole.

The tree still blooms, despite her roots failing and unable to sustain much life.  She doth still spread her flourishment in the wind, yet now the winds hear her pain and blow her seed towards no field, but to the heavens, pleading for lightning from the clouds to set her ablaze, and relieve the struggle.  This doth not happen.

So she stands, farmer to the east gloating, feeling he has won, since she still blooms, not caring the destruction he has caused,  is not visible to the naked eye.  The farmer to the west, cannot comprehend the volatility of the farmer to the east until he inquires of the fields previously owned, by this farmer were lush, but in haste to exploit his skill did over harvest and destroy those fields and moved on.

The tree, she still stands, and in her state of withering and pain, she knows, she fights for the new bloom in spring, and when the winds set upon her, and seed rise can it carry her between the east and west and the splendor of both be enjoyed?  Or shall she beg once more to nature, and have the winds carry her south?

I open my eyes once again.  I see.  The tree, so much becomes like mankind. It could be you, it could be me.  We find it hard to share all the good that is to be offered, without finding the flaws in one another.  We fight to be the one who has ownership, and do not even realize we have made it our obsession, our goal our conquest to be the sole owner.  There will always be one offering help to another  and share in the best of splendor and one finding they are above help.  They seek out a hidden purpose for the kindness, because deep inside they know, themselves are guilty of the same.  In this action, not realizing they treat life’s gifts as a conquest to be owned as priority to them; the very thing they despise in another.  In one’s exaggerated sense of self-importance, they seek to find someone to blame, and cannot look into the mirror and find where their fault is, and that everyone is without perfection.

We all want the best of nature, and the grandest of “trees”, the greatest of things in life, as we feel entitled, but do not realize, it comes purely, and when we seek to damage the root of existence, and prepare to and then blame the demise on others, we have failed to realize, we were just as wrong, we are not without flaw.

Just as the tree is not without flaw, who planted its seed among two fields,  then split itself, would have been better off growing in a park on the south lawn of uncharted land.  We make mistakes, whether we take responsibility, and not lay blame, we fertilize and create blooms, instead of withering to nothingness. The tree knows her  growth and knows her demise, and knows that nature offers opportunity for re-bloom, yet knows not the direction of the wind without pain.

Thought:  Judging the flaws of others, not only exposes theirs, but shows the world our own as well.  Ti’s better to be a farmer who sows the seed of silent success, than the farmer who plants the seed of discontent and loses the harvest, through bitter action. 

©Copyright protected 2013: JD, NWU Local 1981

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My Holiday Challenge to Everyone

My Holiday Challenge to Everyone

JD

This winter season is upon us, and although mild right now, colder days are on the horizon.  Most of us enjoy the warmth of our homes and aren’t particularly affected by the elements and risks it poses, when it comes to surviving.  Unlike many of our counterparts, we do not notice the impact when looking out a window from inside a comfortable house, cup of coffee in hand, and a warm fire.  Consider this Challenge;

Instead, of enjoying that warm thought, take a few moments, close your eyes and imagine if you can, a different kind of winter experience. Replace viewing the outside world from behind a window pane, and see the world through the open end of a worn tarp or box enclosure, tattered from the elements, feel the emptiness and cold,  sense being alone and hungry.

Disregard the thought of living a relatively comfortable modern middle-class suburban life, and envision you are that destitute, homeless individual, with nowhere else to turn.  Through no fault of your own, and stereotyped as lazy or addicted, you fear seeking help to prevent being labeled as such a menace to society.  You have nothing else, but your makeshift residence, shelters are at full capacity, and the only warmth left in your body, is buried under the pain of your wounded soul. What would winter mean for you?

Preparing for winter would become serious and necessary means of survival for you.  Food is scarce and as well as many others homeless, you now struggle to search for food to eat during the days, then when the light fades way, you’ll have to put away some of what you have gathered.  Not because you’re a pack rat or greedy, but you have no radio or television to let you know what tomorrows weather condition may be.  You must plan ahead so not to have to be exposed to any other weather harshness that may possibly come through the night and you do not know when anything will be accessible again.

Food pantries become low on available handouts because most of their money is saved to spend on holiday frivolities, vendors from outdoor public venues have decreased, so their castoff is not readily available to grab from dumpsters, the soup kitchen lines have grown longer and the cold is so harsh, you ache from inadequate clothing to sustain body heat to wait in the line yet still need to gather as much when you’re out to take back with you and store for later.

The winter is here. Our people need to eat. They need shelter from the storms and bitter cold. They need protection from the elements and we as citizens that do not take the time to understand the challenges ahead, but far too often turn a blind eye on how simply we can reach out, help them meet these challenges. Our people will need us through the months ahead.

Everyone has a gift, it is called caring, yet so few of us bother to use this gift, because it has never impacted us, we have never been homeless.  Our gift, our caring matters the most this time of year.  Now is the time to give and winter is the time to give it—unselfishly and without hesitation and judgment.  The scenario could be any one of us, if we’re not too arrogant to think we are above that type of existence.  We’re not really all that far removed from that image of society’s forgotten life.

No, most of us don’t live in tents, tarps, boxes, or in the stairwells of an abandoned building, but most homeless at one time not too far in the past weren’t either.  Yes, in these economic times we are facing our own sort of hard winter ahead, but nothing in comparison to someone who has lost hope, who has no warm place to lay their head at night and be comforted, bathed in warmth of a good fireplace or furnace.  They lay their head upon whatever is available, and if lucky, they will have dry socks, shoes with no holes, a coat, and mittens.  As you draw a warm blanket over your shoulder, imagine only having but a scrap of cloth, or just the remains of a blanket found in someone’s trash along their journey through life.

I won’t list the many forms of metaphorical winter challenges facing our homeless people today, because I know the majority of my readers will not even go so far as to finishing this article, because they are too shallow to care, or feel they are exempt from exposure to such a life because “this just doesn’t happen to anyone they know, let alone them”.  So why waste time listing what is evident.

Winter is here. What will you do? What is your vision in how you imagine the differences you can make and how will you find compassion? Don’t fool yourself into non-action. You have something in your house right now you can give away. That extra pair of gloves; put it in your car and when traveling out, maybe on your way to work, be prepared to share them.  The next time you see that person on that corner, cold hands emerging from a tattered coat, trembling and holding a sign, looking for a few coins for that next meal, open your heart, then your window and hand him a dollar and that pair of gloves.

Perhaps once a week, when making your lunch, pack an extra sandwich, and do the same, if you don’t pack a lunch, when you do go out, grab an extra sandwich, and pass it to a hungry soul on your way home from the office.  You will be amazed at the smile and thankfulness that will come from the recipient, and the reward you will feel inside for actually giving a damn.

Please do not let the simplicity of my challenge to you, to help one homeless individual this winter keep you from taking that single first step. Begin caring, and begin to make a change. Use what you have because winter won’t wait several more months for you to take time to “think about it” and actually care. Take that first step and your soul will answer kindly, this I promise from the depths of my own heart, for once I felt homelessness, and also helped the homeless and knew the inner joy of feeling someone I didn’t know cared about me as well as the blessing, when I shared with someone I saw, a warm pair of mittens, socks or sandwich.

Your people are hungry, cold and in need. When will you feed one of them, cloth them, or give them a blanket for warmth?  I challenge you to find your compassion.

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