What do you see when you look at a stranger?

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What do you see when you look at a stranger? Does it even register that they are a fellow human being that matters to someone out there in the world? I ask you this because I work in retail, for the moment. As a sales associate, I am required to greet everyone who walks through the door. Think about that for a moment. Put yourself in my shoes. If you had to say “Hello, how are you?” or “Good morning!” to every person who walked through the door, would you be able to say it with enthusiasm every time? It isn’t easy—I can tell you that, but Continue reading “What do you see when you look at a stranger?”

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From Solitude to Gratitude

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I miss my wall; that beautiful stone wall

in summer; overlooking

the clover field; corn field

swaying and shushing behind me

woodchucks’ fuzzy brown heads

would always pop up from the doors

of their underground homes

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I miss my wall; with the pasture on the left

with spotted cows; black and white

one by one they’d look up

and dare to glare as I would stare

if I say boo! Would they jump?

I miss my wall of solitude

I remember it with gratitude


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Humanity is Necessity

There is no special formula for being human. Therefore, there is no special formula for the “humanities.” The humanities are exclusive to us. What we create is of our minds and driven by needs and wants. Whether it be a fictional story, a robot, a painting or a poem; it is from us. The term “We’ve come a long way” is a testament to the humanities. We’ve tried, we’ve failed, we’ve learned the hard lessons. Technology is born out of the human mind and ingenuity. It is a shared experience of both success and failure. How could we improve upon our inventions without the humanities? We have loved ones across the country, and a hundred years ago the only way to see them was to travel (if we could). Now, however, through the thoughtfulness and critical thinking of the tech geeks, we can see and speak to our loved ones instantly via our phones, tablets, or computers. Being creative is being human. Being human is being creative. We, humans, are emotional creatures and we are driven by those emotions. Where is the value of our human existence if we ignore our own humanity? We wouldn’t have the conveniences we have today if we did not value ourselves or each other. Enriching lives through the creativity of our human mind is truly valuable.

I saw God this morning

This morning was a typical morning. Typical because I awoke to the typical physical pain that I have awoken to for the past three years. A fused right ankle from an injury had flared up once again. The remnants of a flu virus had sent me into a convulsion of coughing. It was 7 am–sunlight peeked through the blinds, and I was suddenly wide awake. After getting the violent cough under my control, I carefully stepped out of bed. I quickly sat back down on the side of the bed and massaged my right foot and ankle. Ah, much better I thought. I stood up again, and though the pain was still there, it was tolerable.

I have great plans today. Continue reading “I saw God this morning”

The Audience

We all want an audience for what we choose to write. Finding that audience is not as easy as you would think. I’m at a real conundrum in my writing. I love to write personal narratives, poetry, and fiction. I like to write fictional stories which usually include dragons. I have written plenty of short personal stories about my youth or about anything that I happen to find inspirational. So, when asked who I think my audience is I stutter and stammer like a child giving their first oral report. Then, I shrug my shoulders. Continue reading “The Audience”