Sunday, July 15, 2007

Lady Bird Johnson

just finished the article in todays paper about the funeral services for Lady Bird Johnson.Many memories come flooding back at just the mention of her name.Flowers certainly,the devastating events in Texas surrounding Kennedy,her husbands politics,the beagles and their ears,the tumultuous times. But upon reading the article,seeing who was in attendance~Bill Moyers gave the eulogy~The Carters,Nancy Reagan,Laura Bush,The Clinton's,The Schlossberg's,Mrs Barbara Bush,Susan Ford Bales,Governor Perry and wife,Tricia Nixon Cox and husband, and Maria Shriver wonder and pride fell over me.What a club was my first thought.Then what a country was my second thought.Only in America do we see these kinds of things.Lefties,Righties,sons and daughters of the powerful,seekers of power and those who once held it, gathered together to pay their respects.

We have much to be ashamed of in this country.But on days such as this we have much to be proud of In the words of Bill Moyers"Yes, she planted flowers.She also loved democracy and saw a beauty in it" Here here!

May you rest in Peace Lady Bird.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Bill Moyers "Journel": Impeachment is the medicine..

..for the disease of constitutional crisis.Last night on "the Journal" I heard two fine minds~one a Regan administration conservative, the other a Washington corespondent for "The Nation" ,liberally inclined.This is a window to the most compelling impeachment argument:The tools this President has put in his tool box,unless he is impeached, will remain there for..Hillary,Rudy,Obama,Fred...whomsoever is elected.I suggest you click on over to PBS and watch this segment.They model for us~the dysfunctional family here at B.com,the United States~how and why we all need to stand united.I'll ruin the suspense ~they both agree!

Friday, July 13, 2007

The winds of change are upon America,the tension is palpable,rest brings strange dreams,daylight brings even stranger reality.
This must be how a small child feels when it's parents are unreliable.The thing that holds your world together,that you trust implicitly,is crazy, wrong, off kilter.One slowly realizes that you are the parent,must give care to those who would care for you.One does what is required. Does what one must,but slowly resentment, even hate builds up over time at lost childhood,lost joys the, loss of innocence.
We the people have been betrayed.We have been betrayed by this administration.We have betrayed ourselves everytime we say"My vote doesn't count" or "I don't care" .This nation is only as great as it's people.We are tired, we feel hopeless,as if we are on a out of control roller coaster.Rather than assign blame on our leaders,our selves, we cry "Neo~con"or "liberal".Rather than do the hard work of compromise,negotiation,we vilify ,we lower our debate to personal defects.
In our DNA runs the genetics of those brave enough to face a king,a despot, a mad man,the Great Depression,poverty,disease and hopelessness.We can call on those qualities again.We can again face the world in a spirit of co-operation ,not manifest destiny.We can be a beacon of hope,not a swampland of despair.
There is much work ahead of us,we will reach out,try sometimes our efforts will fail,at other times we will succeed.A shining city on a hill was once a dream of our founding fathers.It remains a dream.But America can improve, move forward.We can look to each other as sisters,brothers divided by many things but bound together as one people.
There is a new day coming,a change is in the air.The world is watching us,let us give then and ourselves reason to HOPE.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

First Post :to get somthing on the page

I Know Where I Will Go

As my years wind down to moments, the ache
The pull of life at its end, death washes over,
Red, black and icy cold, all sense’s cry
It will not end.
Suddenly a warm golden glow sparkles random
atoms to life, as vista, sounds echo and fill me.


The notes of song, voice a chorus, a trail breaks
There, fine in their tartan kilts, my sons
-hale and hearty-
Herd the flock to our highland cairn home.

Green glen, clear stream, circle of stone cottages
Filled with warmth, laughter and wives,
My daughters I’ve never and always known,
Arms offering me my grandbabies -cherubs
echoing my soul and love in bright eyes.

Here we are promised rest, ease and such Love.
Till, one by one, drawn back to life, to illusion
To lessons that each must learn
So go I too, held by my Promise

To watch and tend each precious soul
Till we all reach the end
And sweet soulful bliss.

by sagefever, 2006