We need to calm down. We are just as responsible for our words as Donald Trump is for his. I understand the fear and the outrage. He never was or will be my choice to lead the United States, but the louder we scream, the less we will be heard. Also we bought tickets to the media circus and shared their handbills in social media confetti as if there wasn't a lie in any of it.
We can channel some of our outrage into activism. Go out and put our boots on the ground to help those who need us. Instead of just complaining on Facebook and Twitter, write, call, email your senators, representatives, and president elect. Voice your concerns. Call them so often they recognize your number. Voice your concerns to your local and state governments as well. Don't assume just because you voted someone into office he/she will have your best interests when they huddle to write laws.
Complacency got us here. Election after election from local to federal we have stayed home. It has been like, "Give me your worst and I'll hashtag bitch about it, but I won't get off my iPhone to vote."
Yes, we can rally in the streets, but where will we go from there when our feet are sore. It is time to organize, create plans and invite those we don't agree with to come meet on common ground. If for some reason you haven't realized it, politicians want us divided. They fear unity outside their own interests.
The two party system has failed us. It is time for a reboot. The energy to shout only lasts so long. Persistence and dedication to change what hasn't worked takes time. Trump touted he wasn't a Washington insider. Really? His choices appear to crown him the prince of oligarchy. I pray I am wrong. Our government put themselves up for bid and the deepest pockets bought the stock.
We are a nation of different races, religions, sexual orientation. Our survival depends on learning to coexist. Wake up America! We have been sending our servicemen and women to defend freedom, while here we have placed the dynamite to cause our own to implode.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 9, 2016
Oh yes, there are things that go bump in the night. This past Halloween my husband, three wonderful friends and I headed to Galveston, Texas to see if we could connect with ghosts.
I have always been fascinated with the paranormal. The dead walk among us. How do I know? I have seen and heard a few souls who for whatever reason have decided to stay connected to the places where they took their last breath. Finding kindred spirits who also share the same fascination is truly a blessing. So Halloween 2016, my husband Charlie, Jackie Smith, James and Claudette Peercy, and I took our curiosity to Galveston to have our own ghost adventure on a walking ghost tour of the Strand.
On September 8, 1900 a category 4 hurricane hit the island which resulted in massive property damage and estimates of up to 12,000 deaths. The entire physical land of Galveston is in essence a cemetery. When our tour guide shared the tragic history of the island with us, I felt shock, grief, and a heaviness in my spirit.
I wish I could remember the names of every stop on our tour. Our guide was sharing so much information shop names and buildings blended together. At one location she told us about a lady whose ghostly image would appear on the stairs showcased behind a glass door. She then gave us an opportunity to take pictures. I took my iPhone and began snapping photos. It wasn't until later when reviewing them I found something unexpected near the top of the stairs. I can't say with absolute authority it is a ghost. It certainly appears to be otherworldly I will leave it for you to ponder and come to your own conclusions.
Jun 13, 2016
Mar 18, 2016
Small town America was a big thing in 1953, but Mama didn’t think it was the place to raise her girls. Home was a three room apartment behind a post office with a gravel alley view from the screen door. You could throw a rock at the grocery store, the telephone office, and with a good arm you just might hit the train as it pulled into town.
I’m not sure of the details, but I imagine Mama kept bending my dad’s ear until he thought it was all his idea to buy a tiny house on another gravel road two miles from hectic. I do know moving day left an imprint in my two year old memory. It came with a wagging tail and a yelp.
Gravel Is Gravel
Two years old…
the world no larger than immediate…
I found a house turned into a home
with the wiggle tail welcome of a dog.
Gravel is gravel and dust is dust,
but not to the little girl me who saw
through eyes glittered by magic.
With arms wrapped in fur
life was as gold as a promise,
tears didn’t mean pain, andmemories didn’t play hide and seek.
©Susie Clevenger 2016(Written for Kellie Elmore's #FWF prompt ~ Earliest Memory)
March 10, 2003 found the world buzzing about the Unites States impending invasion of Iraq. Natalie Maines, of the Dixie Chicks, exercised her freedom of speech and spoke the following words about George W. Bush which dropped the group into the center of a volcano.
As Maines was introducing the Dixie Chicks’ latest single, “Travelin’ Soldier,” she said, “Just so you know, we’re on the good side with y’all. We do not want this war, this violence, and we’re ashamed that the President of the United States is from Texas.”
Feb 16, 2016
I was honored to be included with such talented creatives on this show. My thanks to Roger Allen Baut for all the work he does to bring attention to artists ad their work.