We Have Become a Nation of Monitors

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I have been stewing about this notion for some time now.  I am so tired of the Monitoring Attitude of our people. The recent advertisement on TV, the flat rectangle that I rarely watch, finally brought home some truth.  Portrayed was a bank with many customers engaged in business activity. There was a security guard. All at once thieves broke into the bank. The customers hit the floor!  One looked up at the Security Guard, who had some type of weapon strapped around his waist, and his arms were folded across his chest,  and he stood with  a silly grin on his face. The customer looked up to him from the  floor, pleading, “Aren’t you going to do something?”  He smiled broadly and replied, “No, I am a security guard who monitors the situation. I am monitoring.: Meanwhile, the robbery continues.

Another example of our do-nothing nation, seems rampant across the inaccurately termed “communication lines.” It seems if I ever have a problem with my credit card, I have to go through at least 12 button pushes before I get disconnected, only to have to begin the process again, in an effort to get to someone to help me resolve my pending problem. Then when I finally do reach a LIVE, talking Human Being, which never takes less than three tries on the phone and button pushing——-the person READS A SCRIPT—-and is unable to deter from what lies before him or her. I could say to the person on the other end of the line, “Could you call 911 for me, I am bleeding to death, ” and they would respond with: “Our banking hours are from 5 to 8” or some other innocuous response!

It becomes much more serious than bank robbers and problems with finances.  The lack of response regarding our children is even greater! We can call Child Protection Services and receive no response, because it is ONLY a child who has been injured or hurt and they are just a child and their reaction or statements are NOT considered valid.  At least they are not valid, until they themselves become so frustrated that they do a criminal act. Then all of a sudden, the child is the problem!

It seems in so many situations, people react in the same, unintelligent way: “Not my monkey; not my problem.”  Really?

Whose problem is it?

We are quick to respond with fines, fail sentences, harsh treatment for anyone who does us wrong, but do we ever think that perhaps the problems could be avoided IF we only responded in a pro-active way?  There is an old adage, “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.”  I think we should bring back that wisdom to our lives here in this country.

First of all, we need to respond like thinking, human beings with a compassionate heart.

Secondly, let us being to do things and act in a way that brings civility back to our lives. Common manners and courtesies would be a great place to begin! Please and thank you are NOT old-fashioned.

I will continue tomorrow……I have more to say about each of the topics above and others that deserve our attention.

I have to stop to breathe…

>little boy~where are you?

      Dedicated to all of the little children, who have been forgotten …Children are GIFTS into our world…Children are NOT property…Children are Pure Love…fragile, little beings…who need our tender care…and protection.IMAG4988

 

 

little boy~

where are you?

little boy…

who we carried ever so gently into this world

in your blanket blue

your Mother’s arms wrapped 

you still

loving you through and through

little boy~

where are you?

*

little boy~

where are you?

little boy…

we lost you

you were given more blows than love

the ego driven man

in one swift hand

took his wrath upon you 

little boy~

where are you?

*

little boy~

where are you?

deep in our view

only anger was your review

hit for no reason

no comfort was given

blame upon blame

little boy~

where are you?

*

little boy

with the golden heart

fragile strength

newly born 

soon all you believed in 

was badly torn 

little boy~ 

where are you?

*

little boy~

where are you?

look for that ONE truth

look hard for it is buried beneath 

all the hurt

be again the boy that loves

be again the boy who is gentle like a dove

little boy~

where are you?

*

little boy~

where are you?

we love you

you are gift

we love you true

please be

remember the real you

little boy~

where are you?

*

little boy~

come home

Submissions for the Emily Dickinson First Book Award –OPEN until February 27

Put yourself out on the limb…and write!!!!!!!!!

Copyright ©Jane H. Johann, 2016 Bellingham, WA "One of the High Points in our Lives"

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©Jane H. Johann, 2016
Bellingham, WA “One of the High Points in our Lives”

 

 

Submissions for the Emily Dickinson First Book Award will open January 23, 2017 and close February 27, 2017.

https://poetryfoundation.submittable.com/submit

If you have the desire or ambition or both, I would suggest you go for this!  There is  NO entry fee! You can find the details at the above link. Best to all of you poetic writers!

 

PS:     I only publish these things, because of the “teacher” in me.  I try to promote others…and you, my dear writers and writing friends of WordPress. There is no monetary gain in this for me. And I am hoping your courageous endeavors of going forward, will give me the courage to enter these writing possibilitie! 🙂

 

My Last Bit of Wisdom is Leaving Me…

Copyright ©Jane H. Johann, 2016 Mossyrock, Washington, USA

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©Jane H. Johann, 2016
Mossyrock, Washington, USA

It is inevitable! One wisdom tooth remaining and now it must be extracted! It served me well for the last 67 years.

While living in Kenya, in my younger, adventurous years in pursuit of saving the world (…and my soul), I was living in the rural Aberdare mountain range, in the little village of Kiriko. The village consisted of two schools, a Catholic Church, and the convent (yes—where I lived!). I had to travel outside of Kiriko to the town of Thika, just as you may have seen in the film, Out of Africa, ( that starred Meryl Streep and Robert Redford—my two favorites! ). I was treated  by a dentist from India, who was very meticulous in his approach to my teeth. The last molar’s roots were entangled with the embedded wisdom tooth. He correctly thought that my last molar was already destroyed, so he took the approach of separating it from the wisdom tooth, and was hoping that the wisdom tooth would eventually descend and take on the duties of the last molar. He was correct!  And, for these many years, the tooth did a good job! However, with the decline of years upon me (I still have 50 to go! as my Mom lived to 94 and all of her sisters as well! and the same longevity of life can also be attributed to my Dad’s sisters, two of whom are still walking and talking!),  my wisdom tooth has fallen into decay and needs extraction. Woe is me!

At least, I still have the remaining 30 teeth—as I, unfortunately, lost one bottom tooth years ago when it entered my mouth sideways, and unknown, at that time period, to an alternative procedure, their method of dealing with it, was to extract it.  I have three daughters—my middle daughter had the same tooth issue on the very same tooth as my bottom tooth, Lost Tooth #1,—only the dentist inserted a gold chain and within months, pulled it into its rightful position and saved the tooth! A toothful wonder! (…pardon the pun).

So, Monday is D-day! Out with the wisdom tooth!

 

the Lone Star

Copyright ©Jane H. Johann Ray & Alice Shaw Ranch, Tomball, Texas, November , 2016.

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Ray & Alice Shaw Ranch, Tomball, Texas,
November , 2016.

     …dedicated to Pat

 

the Spring green has taken a nap

life has been walked…lived…loved

each step bringing forth more color…

displaying its glory for what seems a moment in time…

the autumn leaf falls…the red treasure is gathered

carrying her heart deep into life

patiently present

 

Copyright ©Jane H. Johann Ray & Alice Shaw Ranch, Tomball, Texas, November , 2016.

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©Jane H. Johann
Ray & Alice Shaw Ranch, Tomball, Texas,
November , 2016.

the tumbleweed is dancing across the red clay road

moss clothes the aged oak tree

intricately weaving its way

as one gives purpose to the other

deep within, the secret of life lives

carrying her heart deep into life

patiently present

 

Copyright ©Jane H. Johann Ray & Alice Shaw Ranch, Tomball, Texas, November , 2016.

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©Jane H. Johann
Ray & Alice Shaw Ranch, Tomball, Texas,
November , 2016.

wisps of words move across the azure skies

moving as silent as a whisper

serenity cloaks the day passed

while the donkey’s bray punctuates the stardust

breaking the silence of the evening

carrying her heart deep into life

patiently present

Copyright ©Jane H. Johann Ray & Alice Shaw Ranch, Tomball, Texas, November , 2016.

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©Jane H. Johann
Ray & Alice Shaw Ranch, Tomball, Texas,
November , 2016.