The Figures in the Clouds

As I view the beautiful California sky, it’s easy to be a little girl in Iowa again.The clouds that grace the blue sky are perfect for me to recognize shapes and figures. The clouds are so accommodating; the lion gradually morphs into a giraffe that becomes a ship with sails.   And I can travel to far places where the animals live.  Clouds are wonderful reminders that they move and change and follow the path they were created to follow. I’m so glad I haven’t forgotten how to see more in the clouds than people tried to teach me to see. Just think, if I could remember only what I learned in science about clouds, how much less I would enjoy my skies.

As I see my hawks, hummingbirds, the white heron, and all the others, I’m so glad I believe they are like Jonathan Livingston Seagull. They are all seeking to be the most that they were created to be. Jonathan was never happy with the scraps on the beach; he could see the horizon and the ships. He would risk the wrath of those who tried to make him just like all the other seagulls to fly toward the horizon.

And so it is with me as I sit at the end of the driveway. I have another day to become all I was created to be. I have been so blessed to have so many who have helped me on my journey. They have allowed me to grow. They have challenged me. They have questioned my path and sometimes suggested detours. Yes, there were those who tried to tell me that they knew more about my path than I did. But there was always that third ear, that sound of the silent soul, the still small voice of self, and the rudder of faith to guide me. I would even risk the wrath of those who tried to keep me on the beach eating scraps.  

I have never been satisfied with the scraps on the beach. I can still see the horizon and the ships in the clouds to get me there. I hope I never lose my capacity to see what I could see as a little girl in Iowa, born with everything that she needed to become all that she could be.

That’s why I take a grateful walk everyday. I cannot appreciate the next step until I am grateful for the one that I have just taken. I cannot see the horizon if I do not look in that direction. I want my grandchildren (and all children) to see me looking toward the horizon each day that God gives me breath. Go Colin, Kera, Hailey, and Cassidy. You have everything that you need to be all that you can be.

The Other Half Spoke – Rights, Responsibilities and the Republic

What had happened to the three R’s–RIGHTS, RESPONSIBILITIES in a REPUBLIC?

Understanding about them appears to be something lacking in many of our people. As I watch the protests/riots on my television screen in the places that I spent many of my years, the college and university campuses, I am so sad. These young people seem to have little knowledge of the gift they were given when they were born in a republic, nor do they appear to have any sense of what a republic is. Because I spent so much of my career in that environment, I do understand the ever-growing change from true educational institutions where our young are able to explore their world and all sides of a question or idea, to political and cultural indoctrination factories.

Why have students been taught that their view of the world of self-indulgence is the only one? Why do they feel they have a right to infringe on the rights of others who don’t hold their views? Why have so many such disdain for their flag, and why do they believe that patriotism is for the uneducated? Why do they believe that their country is racist in spite of a black president serving two terms? Why are they allowed to think that it is OK to skip class, not take a test because they don’t like the results of an election? Why????

Because the transformation of America and the destruction of our republic could not be completed or maintained without owning our young. It is the young that become the next generation of believers. There are few colleges and universities left that truly deserve the name of fair and open learning institutions, safe for our young people’s creative, growing, inquisitive, formative minds. Fortunately, we find some strong, vibrant, young historians who honestly know the documents of their America, and whose souls are not for sale.

We have created our own political landscapes. Our colleges are no longer those wonderful places of debate, differing opinions, honest intellectual discussion of all sides of an issue or idea, or true dialogue. The riots that we see on our campuses and in our cities, and the unrelenting negative responses by citizens and the press, are the results of the monolithic, elitist, universal, non-debatable view of the world and the way half of our people would like to see our Republic become.

The other half spoke, folks. Try listening to them. So students, get back to your classes, dry up your tears, and demand the freedom to think.  

Original posting: Nov. 16, 2016

Still pertinent and valid today