Thursday, September 17, 2015

Honor your Ancestors and Vote

So many people have become lazy in society. I find that many voters are single issue voters and this is a sign of that laziness. I call it shallow voting. That is not what voting is about. Voting is an ancestral honor I see that now. Voting is an agreement to engage in society together. It is not something we are "given" to placate us, it is tool we decided to use. We also are not islands unto ourselves, we are social creatures, not unlike horses, gorillas etc. and people would do well to remember that. We work together to create harmony and the best chances of survival of the species. It is the ones who have sought to over power all others (dictatorships, monarchies) that decide they get to be something else and the rules of a society do not apply to them. Hear me out to the end on this.


Equality already exists yet we need so much to help us see that so we devise laws to keep each other in check. Some are laws that should not be laws, and others that should be. We are weary because we want to not think about how these laws effect us all when we could have a more informed society of people who understand this and agree that laziness is not an option.

People need to THINK about why a law should be in effect. Is it to Lord over another? Or to bring harmony and prosperity to society? If it only is about power then it is not a good law. If it is mutually beneficial then it is what is needed in society. Laws can help not hurt and we need to stop the diatribe that it is an evil thing, though in the wrong hands laws can give too much say to the wrong people.

Think about it, take voting seriously and explore what why and how your representatives are doing their jobs. If they are not representing societies needs towards a harmonious whole then they are the fringe and they are seeking something else.

Single issue voting is due to a laziness, a lack of care to know what other ways we can help those around us. It sounds exhausting to know so much but we are in fact capable of making better choices when we know more about the needs of our society. Changes happen and are often needed as time goes on and we cannot cement ourselves in what worked before something enlightens to do something new and more beneficial for us. That is what progress is for. Single issue voting inhibits progress.

Some day people may either lose the capability to vote because as a society we say it no longer serves us to do so, but that could be either good or bad. On the good side it could mean that as a society we have discovered some higher ability to live harmoniously with each other and there are no longer power mongers amongst us. Or on the bad side of it, if we lose it is is because we became indifferent and apathetic to our fellow man.

There is good and longstanding reason that democracy existed well before the United States existed. Democratic forms of governance were practiced throughout world cultures, contrary to misinformed belief the Greeks did not invent it. So why would such things exist if it did not serve well the people who practiced it? So this too is a lesson from our ancestors. They were social, they understood the needs of their people and they knew what was needed to do it. So that said take care of each other and vote because if you check out from apathy or laziness but you have benefited from the good of organized democratic societal tools then you are not honoring your forebears. My ancestors carried me too far through time to ignore the lessons they learned. So I vote.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Labor of Contribution

The labor of contribution is no small thing
It's not merely Inspiration
It's not just a spoken word
It's not just a thought enhanced
But the conscious act of accord

It is the bread and the butter
It is the white on the rice
It is the illumination of light
The something that is the some added to thing
The something that is some added to thing

The push and the pull of energy
The string of thoughts from my mind
The making of something from nothing
The inspiration made real enough to find
A nod from the world
A pure push from the right direction
It is more than the intention
My hands may do the work
And my mind may drive my hands
But my purpose isn't weak
It's more than Monday through Friday
And the 40 hour week
I don't strive just because of someday
Because retirement may never come
Because retirement may never come
If my heart gives out today
My soul will understand
Because each day that I lived
I stood upon this land
My labor not given lightly
And though it's toll it did take
For my my labor of contribution
Wasn't for my own sake.

Melanie Davis 9/11/12

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Watching the Colloseum

I feel sometimes like I've been slipped a drug. A drug to distract me from so much that life has to offer. The colloseum drug. I await it's call and my obesiance follows it. I knew what it was a long time ago. I know it and yet I don't seem to be willing to break it's awful soul-sucking cycle. Laziness? Apathy? Who knows? What I do know is that it is real. It is real and I know it. I can't claim any ignorance. So it comes to choice, like choosing to do good, or bad, or even choosing to do neither.

I pray for it's end, this colloseum drug. This sedation, repression, addiction and oppression. I have to find a way to resist, a way for my will to be bigger than it. It being the self styled need I think I have for it. Changing one part seems easier said than done.

We all have a colloseum drug. The voyeur drug. The watcher drug. The entertain me drug. We fail to find our own creative drives and seek it's replacement with something not of our own motivation, but for our own "entertainment". It's a sickness, a plague we lovingly cling to when the nights are seemingly endless, when the days tell us we needn't toil or strive. Would we seek to make ourselves utopian this way? Sate the masses with distraction. It is what we cling to, we eat it up because we are told to. We make our own folly! We beg it's beginnings and it's endings. We control it's flux and flow and we revel in it. Communication is the goal, not mindlessness. Yet we find the latter to be suitable. Conditioning ourselves to accept this is what is wanted. We flock to it, like gulls to the Walmart parking lot.

I don't want to be bigger than it, but I don't want it to be bigger than me.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Dreaming of Buffalo

The first one yeah it was shocking, I drove a chopstick into the eye and brain of a buffalo. It was going to trample me and my kids. It left me unsettled and so I let it go. Yet it sat in my mind.

This morning my husband tried to wake me up and before I truly woke up, the same buffalo came running across my vision.

Buffalo has caught my eye now, and now I will pay attention. Much like the snakes I had always dreamt of since I was a small child. I always feared them and they were EVERYWHERE always surrounding me, but they never bit me. I was always very scared of them.

I have been a lost one, a woman trying to find and belong to somebody who wished to include me truly as their own. I have been searching for a people who would claim me. I feel heritageless. I know it shouldn't matter in the highest of priorities of life. It doesn't override the daily love I receive.

Today is a day I need to remember that yes I belong to somebody, a family and a people.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

It's not all it's cracked up to be...

Sometimes I wish I could rip out my heart just so I don't have to feel.
Many people are seemingly fine doing that.

Reading a few words from somebody who wrote something today really had me thinking and feeling. Railroading me off of my regularly scheduled life-coasting. What's up with that?

Sometimes it feels convenient to have those moments, a sudden rush of truth and clarity. Something with purpose written all over it, and then other times it's (like today)..... frustrating. Not frustrating because I didn't get the point of the statement but frustration because my heart can't take that message today.

So many opportunities in life get set on a backburner due to umpteen different things that just make you feel too busy. Busy busy busy. I'm whining like poor Jan about Marsha (excuse the Brady Bunch cliche). Busy busy busy. I know one of my goals, but it seems like it becomes secondary to the busy, busy.

Simplify is going to need to be one of my focal points for a while. Simplify in the mess of life. Sounds fun right? I don't get that thought going through me when I think about that word.

I'm pretty sure the point of purpose is to keep purpose in and to not let it leak away. Purpose,Opportunity and Simplify seem like the peas in the pod.

"Getting there is the hard part" I'm sure. So will today be it? That's the part I am not sure of. Or is it really not all it's cracked up to be?

Friday, February 12, 2010

Where is Here? How can it be?

I guess for a long long time I've been kidding myself. Thinking I could do better, be better than I was or am. Maybe it seems defeatist, but sometimes it seems that at the very least being truthful to me is the only thing I can do. Maybe now I can see that I am not capable of the things I thought I could do, that was only me living with an illusion... a mirage.

Up close I can see the cracks, the wavy heat lines are gone now that I'm right on top of it now... it's still just a dry spot in front of me. Not really the promised outcome wavering just out of reach, now it's just the reality of it all. I guess that's what it is.