Tuesday, August 27, 2013
These days, in this “I’m getting mine, you’re on your own” world we have created... where is our Honor? And what are we teaching our children about being Honorable? In the little opportunities we have every day to show that we are Honorable people...do we? These days being in front, having the most, winning at any cost and getting our way seem to be much more important than telling the truth, doing the right thing, giving someone a hand up or letting someone else’s better idea...be the better idea. Where is our Honor? Simple words...Please...Thank You ...Excuse Me...are Honorable words. When is the last time you heard one? Honor is showing respect for ourselves and others. Honor is doing what’s right even when no one is watching. Honor can be shown and more importantly...taught...in the smallest of ways. What are we teaching our children? Where is our Honor?
Monday, August 19, 2013
Time…another summer sunrise…another tick, tick, tick of a sprinkler…another muggy sunset…another rainstorm…another rainbow…another Autumn leaf…another scary ghost…another little goblin…another put the shorts away…another Saturday with the storm windows…another paper turkey made from tracing a child’s hand…another Thank You…another silver bell…another “Tis the season”…another Inn with no room…another silver blue, frozen sky…another bone chilling ice wind…another first breath of Spring…another very brave little crocus…another get out the shorts again…Time. Seasons pass one after another, after another. There will come a time though, when there won’t be…another time. Think about it.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Our dog Tucker woke me up in the middle of the night last night. Seems he had to go visit his favorite tree in the backyard. It was a nice night, so I stayed out with him, enjoying the silence. Until I realized that it wasn’t being a silent night at all. In fact, it was pretty darn noisy. I could hear the rumble of trucks rolling down the expressway in the distance. The haunting wail of a siren off somewhere in the darkness. Far off car horns every few seconds. The sound of a red eye leaving a vapor trail across the moon. The world doesn’t sleep anymore does it? Used to be when the sun would set...the world would settle in for the night. The street lights would come on and day was done. Not any more. Now, all over town, you can get fries with that at three AM. You can do your grocery shopping, banking, pick up your dry cleaning...gamble your paycheck away even in the wee hours. And with the internet...earth is open for business 24/7. Thumbs are texting...IMs are M-ing...you can buy a plane ticket or new underpants or watch Jimmy Stewart sing Buffalo Gals...all by the late night light of the moon. That not so silent night got me thinking. I don’t believe the world is getting enough sleep. I'm pretty sure that’s why it’s so cranky.