My Painted Sign, My Protest, My Heart!

“The nonviolent approach does not immediately change the heart of the oppressor. It first does something to the hearts and souls of those committed to it. It gives them new self-respect; it calls up resources of strength and courage that they did not know they had. Finally it reaches  the opponent and so stirs his…

Room for All

There is room for all of us. I am finding my way through the maze of post election celebrations and post election depression. It matters not which side of the election you happen to be on the problem is the same. It is finding our equilibrium in a world that is changing. I find myself…

The Absurdity of Change

I remember the first time I ask my daughter to grab the dog food with the picture of Lassie on it and she immediately asked me, “Who is Lassie?”  That was years ago. Since then, many things have changed. I would have been better off if I would have asked her to grab the dog…

Dust Clouds

Dust clouds gather around the feet of activity. They hover behind cars driving on dirt roads. They are like exclamation points, highlighting the obvious. It is dry here!  Eastern Colorado at its finest (please read that with a sarcastic tone in your head). It is so dry here that the static electricity shocks the dogs…

Change

Slowly, methodically, the cars thoughtlessly file in lines like ants spreading across the ground.  Following the endless line into the city, she listens, “Caroline….Car-o-line…” droning loudly through the age worn speakers. The driver mindlessly meanders toward the destination called job and robotically executes lane changes, exits and lights with little thought.  The car rattles and…