Care Free
Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the misty, foggy, and rather cool, raw island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on this soggy Wednesday, the 28th day of May, 2014, actually closing the windows and cranking the heat as a backdoor cold front pushed on through after the spectacular Memorial Day weekend here in Hyannis/Hyannis Port, with all participants in and around the famous Figawi sailboat race to Nantucket enjoying mid-seventies, sun, surf and that wonderful sand you get to take back with you when departing this most sacred of sand bars created 11,500 years ago (sorry “creation”ists!)…So come on down and visit US this summer, we will, as always, leave the LIGHT on for ya!
On this rather somber day however, one of the great poets, writers and thought leaders of our time passed away, hopefully being as care free in the after life as she made many of us feel in this one when we read or heard her poetic prose. Such as one of her last ‘entries’ into our consciousnesses, “…Listen to yourself, and in that quietude, you might just hear the voice of God.” God speed Maya Angelou, God speed…
She was President Clinton’s poet Laurette at his inauguration in 1993, awarded the Medal of Freedom by President Barack Obama and perhaps is guiding his speech today at West Point, offering the commencement to some fine young men and women who will be guiding this nation in the future with regard to conflicts that will surely arise with new threats yet seen by mankind. One of those being GLOBAL WARMING, for rest assured as the insanity of the overuse of fossil fuels continues unabated in not only this country but worldwide, the conflicts and more to the point, rescue missions will never be so needed as the seas begin to rise in earnest. National security will be among the victims of this cataclysm to come and those young men and women in uniform our very fine President Barack Obama is speaking to today, need all the prayers we can muster. But none so much as prayers for the enlisted men homeless in the streets of take your pick city, town, countryside USA, scoring dope under a freeway; a temporary shelter from the storm they came back to, an overpass that acts as their ‘watering hole’ and home simultaneously. What did we think would happen after 12 plus years of war? “We go to war with the army we have”, some jackass former US Defense Secretary once said, Donald Rumsfeld I believe his name was… Did he ever think of the consequences for his ‘leadership’? We have soldiers suffering from PTSD, who are not getting any real help, just loads of ‘meds’ that only lead to greater FOG, just look at the evidence. Evidence to the tune of US soldiers dying not at the hand of the ‘enemy’, but the hand of the enemy within. Not knowing where to turn for help, their service buddies no longer alive in many cases, not with them to see them through this tough test, see them through together. These men and women are the real victims of a war that never ended for them, lo, it continues day in and day out, with no end in sight, living it as if it just happened, with no light at the end of a very dark tunnel. There must a better outreach for these warriors who deserve better than the street as a bed. Heroin, booze, coke, you name it is the ‘America’ they came back to. We made them into soldiers, we can unmake that hard wiring and free them to live lives without fear, without addiction, without war. PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M
