Ok America. Our next president has been elected and not everyone is happy about it. I’m not exactly thrilled; the lesser of two evils in my mind. But can we all try to be civil about this? Ours is a country divided at the moment, polarized by the extreme campaigning tactics of both major political parties. The days following the Nov. 8 General Election have made the dissension of our country clearer than ever. But you know who can fix it? You and me.
I am reminded that anticipation in all its forms can be both beautiful and cruel as I glance out the window yet again to see the storm still waiting on the horizon. I think this anxiousness, this build-up, is from of old; an artifact from a time when we gathered and hunted, now firmly encapsulated into our DNA, when the cycles of nature were very much players, antagonists, in our daily struggle to survive. Now we check the window dozens of times, check Facebook, check live web cameras, and check television news to see exactly when what we could never have predicted accurately in our long and storm-filled history
Each year at about this time I find myself face to face with an issue. It has to do with one aspect of the holidays. In two words – the tree. I can’t get behind the idea of the tree and my lack of spirit makes me feel downright Grinchy. I don’t want to have a tiny, shrunken heart. I want to participate in the magic and miracles of the season. I want to drink eggnog. I want to be enthused about a tree in my living room. I really do. But I’m not. Something must be wrong with me. I can see the magic of the season in other aspects. I love shopping for gifts. I love the Christmas story and holiday music.
I have always considered double-yolk eggs to be lucky, at least as lucky as finding money in an old pair of jeans, and much luckier than horseshoes or rabbit’s feet; shoes which apparently the horse had grown tired of, and feet which proved none-too-lucky for the rabbit. Still, I delight in cracking open an egg and seeing a pair where only one should be. Interestingly enough, I have had multiple multiples… double eggs two or three times in a row; uncommon, but not unheard of in the scheme of things.
Thanksgiving is much more than a big meal with family and friends. It's a time to reflect on, and be thankful for, all of the good things you have. It's important to be grateful, not just on Thanksgiving, but each and every day. Rather than lamenting what you feel is lacking in your life, begin each new day by developing an attitude of gratitude. Take inventory of your blessings and you will be surprised at just how much you have to be thankful for. If you have enough to eat, a place to live, a way to get around, people who care about you, or people you care about, then you are wealthy. If you lack any of these elements, you must still be grateful for what you do have, while striving to obtain whatever is absent.
We are all citizens – of various entities: a classroom, workplace, family, neighborhood, world and the nation. We are a country made up largely of immigrants. Unless you are of Native American heritage, chances are your forefathers and foremothers came to the United States in search of the opportunity for a new life in a new land as citizens of the United States.
Dear editor, I must say I felt slighted after reading the article on Cross Country in your Oct. 27 edition. My name is John Heck and would like to go back one more year to the fall of 1962. I was a senior at Timber Lake High and was introduced to the sport by then coach Bill Adney.
I guess you could say voting is easy. You just check the little boxes on the ballot and you’re done! It takes only a few minutes. That’s easy compared to changing a tire or making lasagna or keeping up with a three-year-old for a day. But making the right decisions before you mark that ballot — well, that’s not so easy. There is commitment involved. What if someone wins or loses or something passes or fails because of your ONE vote? That’s reason enough to take it seriously and put in the effort to do it right. Besides, we all want to say “Don’t blame me” if our candidate or issue fails and things don’t work out.
Throughout the course of history, when the young came of age, they had to collectively and individually prepare themselves for a rite of passage, something they had to say or do or endure in order to transition to adulthood. These rites were tests of strength, of skill, of coordination, of mental and physical stamina, of endurance; they were feats designed to test their mettle as well as their character.
It’s been quite a campaign season so far. The election. The debates. The issues and non-issues that somehow become issues nonetheless. It can be overwhelming. And disheartening – for me, at least. The negativity and accusations and misinformation and misrepresentation and name-calling and scandals could be enough to discourage and dispirit a regular American – or at least cause her to consider a vacation from social media. I am a regular American and I was feeling it. I noticed last week. The non-congenial atmosphere online, on-screen, on-air and everywhere in between was getting to me in a not-so-good way. I didn’t like that I was falling prey to it.