(When I sat down to write, I didn’t intend for it to be this! But this is what came out, so here ya go…)
…it comes in many shapes and sizes. We celebrate it as a nation, and I celebrate it as an individual. In both cases it depends on so many things. For our nation it’s the unique people that came together, produced documents and beliefs to govern themselves by, then proceeded to fight for what they believed in. It was an experiment. Good things happened. Bad things happened. Yes a nation was born, but not without crushing the culture of those who came before, and making slaves of others. The fighting continues. The amazing experiment continues…the culture evolves and regresses in waves…at times threatens to drown us…yet we gather together to celebrate and show our patriotism…with the colors we wear, some with the uniforms they have worn, with picnics, with parades, with lots of bangs and booms and flashing lights and special music. “Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave, o’r the land of the free and the home of the brave…’
But we aren’t all free and we aren’t all brave. We need to work on that. And so many …things….are not normal right now….and in fact, are quite abnormal and repulsive….and frightening…
Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for those who have risked and given their lives over the years! Many have given everything so that I can be sitting here, enjoying my life. I am thankful that I live here in the USA and am able to reap the rewards of being a retired US baby-boomer citizen…with social security money that I have funded since I was 16 years old…with being able to afford ( with difficulty) an education that allowed me to have a career, at least part way through my life, that paid me enough to raise my children, save something and provide a pension. Thanks to women before me who fought for their rights, I can vote, and can travel and follow this path I have chosen, on my own in relative safety. I have decent health care that includes Medicare, when I need it. (For now). Without fairly good health, I couldn’t live this life style.
So many are not so fortunate. So many. Why am I allowed this? And on the other hand, many have so much more than I do, but I’m satisfied…I’m totally ok. I’m grateful. These days though, I sometimes find myself waiting for the other shoe to drop. (Maybe that should read ‘bomb’ not ‘shoe’?) I feel that it’s really important to grasp each day…enjoy it, and enjoy our blessings and benefits what ever or where ever they may be. Live in the moment. I feel the need to free my mind from the worries…concerns…anxieties that so often plague it…to breath deeply and concentrate on absorbing the beauty around me, whatever it may be…the green leaves and towering trees….
the blue waters and sky…
and the precious little faces of Joy and Shiloh…
Life is precious down here.
Independence and freedom are precious.
Health is precious.
Let’s try not to take any of it for granted.