Alicia Lopez’s Musings

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The natural disasters which have taken place, earthquakes, floods, hurricanes, etc. have all claimed lives.  Yet more lives are lost worldwide by man’s inhumanity to man.

Have we not learned the lessons taught us by history? Are we again on the road to mankind’s destruction?

Armageddon, the battlefield described in the Bible in Revelation, as the scene of the predicted final struggle between good and evil, seems to be inching its way into society.  The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, war, civil strife, hunger and death, seem to be riding full gallop at our world.

Is there a defense against all this?

In my opinion, the defense must begin in our own homes.  We must teach our children to respect their bodies, their homes, their schools, and their world.

To respect their bodies, they must treat them as temples of good, forsaking the drugs which bring instant gratification, but turn quickly into life-long dependency.

We have recently seen examples of this where several young actresses and performers have wound up in jail.

To respect their homes, they must first obey their parents and follow the guidelines set for them.  Their home is a place of refuge, from which the world’s ills can best be avoided.  Granted, parents are not perfect, but the great majority want what is best for their children.

The youngsters, on the other hand, are unformed beings who learn by example.  The parents have the task of being the first and foremost teachers to their offspring.  If the base is solid, it will hold against all temptations thrown at them by the world.

We are brothers and sisters in humanity, placed here to protect and save our environment for future generations.  What reward can there be in traveling to the moon and distant planets, if we cannot cross the street to help a human being in distress?

Today’s young ones are the leaders of tomorrow, perhaps residing in our own home. They  should be learning compassion and caring; the future captains of industry must temper their achievements with deeds of charity.  Money can buy a multitude of “things”, but seldom buys happiness.

We adults must take a good hard look at ourselves.  We did not individually cause the havoc being wrought, but we can unite to fight and correct it.

Let’s join hands and start that fight; how about it?

Hasta la vista amigos.

Earth

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Well, here I am again, back home after spending several weeks traveling between children, sisters, and family.  My trip back was highly anticipated and dreaded at the same time; anticipated because, as the saying goes, “There’s no place like home”.  Unlike Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, I could not just click my heels, and be back home where everything would be the same.  I came back to the same empty house.

However, this time, I had plans to keep myself busy.  The yard work was waiting, the scrapbook was just begun, and I still had to go through files and files of paperwork, deciding what was to be kept and what was to be shredded.  I had returned with dozens of books to read, letters to write, and bills to pay.  The semblance of an average day was almost upon me.

Not having a job to go to, after years of working, I could easily get up late every morning, but I find myself not able to sleep after 6:00 A. M.  My constant companion, a mutt named Chico, who is part Boston Terrier and something else, is up at that time and ready to start the day.  He takes it upon himself to chase away all intruders in our yard, be it cats, birds, and even deer.

One meeting of a large stag and my pooch took place not too long ago.  I had let him out the door without first checking to see what he would be chasing.  He took off like a wild beast, barking his head off, only to encounter a huge mammoth with horns.  He quickly retreated to the safety of the house and continued to bark from the front window.  Situations such as these make me laugh, and I forget my loneliness for a while.

With summer upon us, the woods are lovely, and old Mother Nature has awakened from her long winter’s sleep.  The blue jays have returned, looking for the peanuts which I set out for them; soon the hummingbirds will make their appearance.  The bears are also awake now, but I have not seen any of them.  The bear locks which were installed in our dumpster keeps them at bay.

I am grateful for those locks, remembering several years ago when we returned home to find a large bear sitting in our driveway, eating his meal from our dumpster-cafeteria.  We honked, blinked the lights, and made all sorts of noises.  He looked at us, ignored us, and went on eating.  After ten or fifteen minutes of this stand-off, we gave up and decided to quietly exit the car and go into our house.

He was still there when we went to bed.   To the victor belong the spoils.

Until next time, Hasta la vista.

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