A Season Ago…

To be a green leaf on a tree, to be unaware, yet alive. In the spring I would come forth, vibrant, youthful and strong. My spine would be devoid of aching; resilient, beautiful in form and measure. Early season thunderstorms would push me around violently, but I would hold no grudges, nor would I recall the fright of such shocking and intense imagery. Later, I would sway in the soft breezes of lingering summer days, I would feel the heat, and thirst for a drink at times, but would have no inkling of what was to come. To be born young, live an enviable life, only to fall to an unknown place at the end of the year. My colors would have become beautiful beyond explanation in my twilight; reds, yellows and umber. There would be no ceremony, no sadness, no remorse, no lost memories or tasks unfulfilled, nor dreams fallen short and unaccomplished. To live without the effects of a human life; would, I think be a gorgeous dream. And in the end, to go back to the earth from which I’d come, lacking the scars certain to be accumulated from this thing we call life.  


I think we, as a civilization, lost sight of something when we removed our bare-feet from the earth, and ceased to live hand-to-mouth. We lost the immediacy and intimacy of the hunt, the gratification of the enrichment of soil, the true purpose of angling, the essence of life. And from these losses, we have forgotten the smiles of our loved ones, which would have given us renewed energy on a daily basis, as we provided for them vital, clean sustenance in their youth, taught them ourselves, the patterns of the earth around us, the cycles of the seasons, and when this or that was best accomplished as they grew into young adults. This is valuable, this is meaningful, this is how we amassed knowledge, interacted with one another, and passed our days. We used to be born with, live with, and die with our families and our communities; just like the leaves from the trees that tower above us still. In those earlier times, as we wandered along, so unaware of our utter importance and self-awareness, we may have lived shorter lives, but I would offer we were much richer, and without a doubt, more alive. We made what surrounded us stronger by our individual and combined presence, and that was innate. It came forth without teaching or indoctrination. It hasn’t been so long, but we have forgotten. If one of our own was sick, we cared for them, if they were unproductive, we cared for them, if they were angry, sad or lonely, we cared for them, if they were lost, we found them.


Of course there is debate as to when we first walked this planet; a few thousand years ago? An immeasurable quantity? Or perhaps somewhere in between. But, just a short time ago, when the only weapons we needed were crafted with our hands, from wood and earth and that which we harvested from her, our communities, or villages were certainly devoid of the technology and convenience we see today. But we lived much purer lives. In every conceivable way we lived more honestly with our environment. Our food, our daily rituals, the way we medicated ourselves were all done in much different ways. Our water was pure for centuries, at least, our skyline uninhibited by pollution, our ground untainted by poison. But our technology causes us to forget, and our convenience is killing us. Lost without calculators to tally simple numbers, and do any of us remember how many phone numbers we used to be able to recall? I would be surprised if a tenth of those that may read these words even remember their closest family members numbers anymore. Now, we live apart from those which are the closest to us in the universe, and for the majority of our lives. We rush across the planet in myriads of different directions, to find our fortunes, to stand on our own, to forge our own path. We leave those we are connected to by blood and past lives as a right of passage under constant societal pressure and judgement; in such a rush to find our life’s calling; we leave it completely unawares. And we do so at the cost of every relationship we’ve ever known. And so we pay for this. We lose ourselves into a race for wealth and things. We are bound by artificial timelines to graduate here, marry and have children here, retire and die here. It’s a lie. And it has bred absolutism, the most heinous of human traits. But it has not only bred absolutism, combined with our technology, our systems of communication and governance; it has bred societal absolutism. This has not been seen or discovered or publicly studied in our times. Not only have we become a polarized society with absolutist views, which lie mostly on one side of the political spectrum, or the other, but we have also, and simultaneously decided in unison, to look away from the assaults the information age has begun upon our foundational belief systems; religion, governance, marriage, etc. And thus we have become a race of people allowing themselves to be removed from any chance at redemption, enlightenment or positive furtherance.


We have become accustomed to violence and death, suicide and addictions as if those we once cared so deeply for are lost, in such short periods, for we no longer seek to find each other when we are gone, because we don’t go home at night anymore. What we become conditioned to, as humans, is horrifying. And we cannot see it for the trees. We don’t see individuals anymore, we see numbers. We don’t think anymore, we regurgitate and judge, and we do so based on a lack of knowledge, not a wealth of it. We read memes online and take the thought as scripture, as long as it fits our narrative, or our fractured view of the world we reside in. Even though an eight year old can create a meme. We watch one media outlet, as long as it tells us what we want to hear, and we lose the rest because it’s ‘negative’, or depressing, and we don’t want to hear the bad stuff ‘our side’ is capable of. And so we marginalize ourselves, long before anyone else has a chance to try.


I believe we took a wrong turn in the path of humanity a short time ago, and we see the painful results of this almost on a daily basis now. The only good news I can perceive, even though we seem to think it was so long ago, it was only a season, and if we can remember what family is, what true loyalty is, perhaps we will find our way back to what used to be the most important things in life.


I haven’t written this to debate anything, nor for ‘likes’ or ‘shares’, nor to alarm anyone. I personally have a lot to do yet. I wrote it because I think we all need to hear it. But honestly, if there is ever a next time, hopefully, I’ll be a leaf.

Lions & Dragons

Lions & Dragons

My Lions & Dragons piece is finished.

Of course there is symbolism in this piece, so I will explain.

The small lion in the foreground is standing alone, on a rock cliff facing the dragon. This lion represents he or she who would dare to stand against corruption. The dragon represents corruption or evil.

The large lion in the background, hidden from the dragon, represents society, paused and ready to back the brave lions play.

Lions & Dragons. It’s a fairy tale.


I wrapped the wing around the right side and when you walk by the piece it looks as if the wing is flexing. Creepy!


Muhammad Ali – A True Lion

Muhammad Ali taught a nation to value itself, question what needed questioning, and what a true fighter looked and acted like.

He was the most influential athlete in our nation’s history and will likely forever have no equal.

“I ain’t draft dodging. I ain’t burning no flag. I ain’t running to Canada. I’m staying right here. You want to send me to jail? Fine, you go right ahead. I’ve been in jail for 400 years. I could be there for 4 or 5 more, but I ain’t going no 10,000 miles to help murder and kill other poor people. If I want to die, I’ll die right here, right now, fighting you, if I want to die. You my enemy, not no Chinese, no vietcong, no Japanese. You my opposer when I want freedom. You my opposer when I want justice.”




When an Oligarchy Trembles…

The people win.

Establishment members and supporters on both sides of the aisle have been frantically attempting to keep the status-quo embedded in this country by trying to discredit, demonize and defeat Donald Trump. You would think with all the sound bytes they’ve been given it would be a simple task.

Yet Super Tuesday showed that Trump is here to stay.

This piece will focus on Trump because he is the front-runner. But I submit that Sanders is doing much the same with his campaign. However, since he is not beating Clinton he has not become the focus of such wrath. Make no mistake, were he (Sanders) to have the success Trump has been afforded, the corporate owned media would be attempting to destroy him just the same.

So why is the establishment trembling in loss? Why are traditional news outlets such as Fox and CNN, with often diametrically opposed viewpoints on seemingly all issues seeming to unite to beat Trump?

Because they see someone who is finally telling the dirty and inconvenient truths in broad daylight. And this exposes the media for what it has become…a mouthpiece for giant corporations.

True, Trump admits freely and openly and constantly that he has given to both sides of the aisle and then gets what he wants in return (as far as favorable legislation for his many business interests), he makes products over seas, he has used illegal labor, and says (at times) outlandish things. He has made bigoted remarks and at times has been racially divisive. But who hasn’t in government?

The one difference; the reason he will win not only the republican nomination, but the general election in an historical landslide; is that he (whether he’s being honest or not about his intentions, or being above the take) has allowed a large portion of this populace, who truly believe our government is not only corrupt, but seemingly only catering to the extremely wealthy, to speak their minds absent of fear, openly, and without the stigma of being a “tin-foil hat”.

Before Trump, no one, not a man or woman, while running for the presidency of the United States, has ever stood in front of hundreds and thousands of people and seemed to have an awakening, or a conscience; leading to such brutal and much needed honesty in this country; repeatedly and without fear of consequences or retribution. Perhaps if Elizabeth Warren were to run, she would say many of the same things (without the roughness or frankness of a brute however). If Trump’s apparent epiphany is real…it’s beautiful. If not…it’s at least brilliant; in a ‘let’s end the Bretton Woods system and base our currency on other countries natural resources kind of way’. This hint should not need links or such lengthy explanations to Americans to be understood, the petro-dollar system should be understood intrinsically by our populace; it should, in fact, be fifth grade education in this country. But that would lead to far different foreign policy decisions, and believe it or not, to America still being seen as the undeniable beacon of hope in this world.

True, most of his average supporters do not understand the real definition of either the petro-dollar system or diplomacy. But they don’t need to. They are real, hard-working Americans who have smelled something fishy for far too long now. When lies become so apparent because our leaders answers to simple questions become oral, legal documents (not understood by even the most educated lawyers) the people smell rotten fish flesh in the kitchen.

The baby boomers, or plainly stated; those who have come before generation X, have lost touch with reality in this country. They think the old adage which roughly states ‘work hard and you’ll be a success’ is still scripture. They don’t see that the majority of those who are in the working class in this country are barely getting by, they don’t see that most families live check to check, or simply allow themselves to be subsidized by their government. They don’t admit the middle class is disappearing or that the lower class is growing. They don’t want to see it…the establishment doesn’t want them to see it (because it would lead to their immediate dismissal)…so they don’t. Well not only does Trump, or Bernie Sanders for that matter, understand these truths, they are both exposing them.

They are exposing foreign policy mistakes, trade-agreement mistakes, leadership decision mistakes, and large-scale corruption. And they are doing it daily in front of crowds that absolutely dwarf any that their competitors can draw. Both men are drawing out those who have never exercised their 15th amendment right (or the later 19th amendment right guaranteeing women the right to vote) and even those who have not voted in a long, long time.

If anything good comes from this election, regardless of who is ultimately elected president; it will be the awakening of an enormous and unstoppable giant…the American working class. When eyes are opened, and followers become leaders; the oligarchy just might die, and along with it the relics of a 50 year period in this country we should never forget.

I write this not to support Trump for president, because I have no way to know if he’s being genuine or has simply tapped into an underlying current in this country to win an election and further flatter himself. But on the chance, the slim and possible chance this man has seen what he has taken advantage of for so long; and not liked it; and that he just might want to truly upend the status-quo and actually cater to the ‘we the people’ for a change; I commend him, along with Bernie Sanders, for causing a large portion of this citizenry to pay attention for the first time, in a long time with their eyes open.


Crabgrass, Bermuda Grass & Corruption

Crabgrass and Bermuda are often described as evil weeds that invade the perfect fescue yards of suburbia.

These grasses infiltrate fescue lawns and even branch out into foundation beds containing shrubs and annuals. Even if the heady green-thumbed property owner thinks to edge his or her beds with stone or other materials, these grasses can and will crawl over and under such obstructions and cause havoc in short order.

Most gardeners dread the thought of dealing with these grasses; especially bermuda; often confused with crabgrass. The roots of bermuda spread out along the many different off-shoots, which run shallow and also at moderate depths under the soil. These strands are very stubborn, as many a homeowner will attest.


These weeds, like many embedded problems in our world, are very difficult to pull or eradicate, and homeowners often exhaust themselves if they do not have the proper tool to deal with such problems; like a trowel. It’s really very simple. Just use the trowel to loosen the dirt around the weed and the roots come out easily. But if you do not use the tool, the weeds are difficult, and you will tire of the task quickly; in addition if all the roots are not removed the grass will come back in short order.

Sound familiar?

One thing to watch out for: fire ants often inhabit the earth around bermuda and you will see the sub-surface colonies unearthed as you work the soil with the trowel. Do not despair; these critters are nasty and will bite if you don’t let them alone a few moments. But you will quickly note that they are greedy little miscreants; working to save their hidden treasures. They will scatter and you can go back to work quickly after they have exposed themselves for what they are. Nothing more than covetous biting hindrances; easily dealt with once they have been exposed to the light.


Now to the point.

I was first told of the need to work this particular property; where I was again today, by a few long time customers and close friends. The home and surrounding property is a rental they own. They had received a letter, a very harassing letter, in which a neighbor had actually taken the time to research one of the owners in great detail. He had determined the number of law degrees previously attained by my client, he had questioned his work ethic, his wife’s occupation and even tried to question me in excess on my first visit to the property. He was bordering on stalking; in a passive-aggressive way of course.

Now in addition; you must know that I have many clients in this particular area, and I have often told each of them that it’s a shame they need me. You see they already pay a great deal of money monthly for a landscaping service. But this service only mows the grass as needed in spring and summer and shears the shrubs twice a year. They also spray a few chemicals and aerate as well as seed the grass once a year, and finally sprinkle a thin amount of mulch; also once a year. All of these people have historically received at least one of these harassing letters from the homeowners board each year.

Now I will not go into how incompetent the service is; the service the homeowners board appoints, not the actual homeowners choice. I could go on in great detail about how they shear off the buds of blooming evergreens every year, how they never trim the walkways or foundation beds after they mow, or how they sling grass seed into the foundation plantings, etc.

But what I will discuss is this: Those that move here must sign a lengthy agreement (interestingly an agreement my clients and I have utilized to help the owners of these homes) where they agree to pay this service a hefty sum. But the devil is in the details – as usual.

You see the service does not work the beds at all. The lawns are supposed to be comprised of fescue. However, since the service is incompetent, only crabgrass and bermuda are present. And these irritants, of course, overrun the beds and plague my customers. Now these people are all retirees, average ages are 65 – 85. Should they be expected to pay a fee to have a landscaping service that only does half of what any respectable maintenance landscaping crew should be expected to do?

Of course not.

But the service and the homeowners board are all-too quick to refer these people, the people that already pay a monthly fee for landscaping and maintenance, to another company that will come in and charge them another ridiculous fee to do the rest of the work the first service should already be doing. And the homeowners board members also walk around the neighborhood daily with clipboards to write down any violations, as if the neighbors were complaining (I’ve watched them while I’ve worked there) only to send harassing letters to the tenants.

Now this finally came to a head with me because (back to the original story and clients) the homeowners board did not research my clients enough. The people they sent a harassing letter to are both nearly immobile and cannot do any manual labor. I work for them weekly at their private residence as well. So instead of a simple phone call or one letter that wasn’t harassing in nature, simply asking for a reason the work (which my clients thought was being done by the service they were already paying) wasn’t done; they took the time to research their work history and sent a very spooky and invasive letter to them. Interestingly enough, these board members could have done the work in less time than it likely took to get the information they researched, and then had the letter drafted and awaited a response from.

So I went and remedied the problems. And I will not bore you with the details of how I was continually bothered by multiple total strangers in the area trying to tell me what to do while I worked. Except that it ultimately factored in, along with the improper care of the lawns by the locale’s appointed landscaping service.

You see in one of the tiny print details in the needlessly lengthy agreement the tenants of this area must sign there lies a useful sentence. It reads basically that the tenants must not in any way bother the workers of the service. Because they might actually have something important to tell the laborers who are taking such poor care of their property.

But since my client has many law degrees and I have a mind fit for upending corruption, even at this obvious grass-roots level hahaha; we decided to take them on. We decided they should take better care of the lawns, so the resident’s beds aren’t overrun by weeds and grasses that shouldn’t be in the lawns in the first place. They shouldn’t have named fescue as the grass in the lawns in their agreement; tisk, tisk.

In addition, we demanded they not bother any of the additional workers whom the residents have to hire to work their properties; since they seem to think it so important, and in their best interests when it comes to the employees the service they have acquired to work the grounds in question. And I am happy to report it’s all working nicely. The lawns have been aerated and reseeded with fescue, the beds are in much better shape, my customers and the surrounding neighbors have much less of a need for additional workers and the letters have ceased; at least for now. I was also not bothered in the slightest today while I worked there, even as the same people who constantly badgered me several weeks ago were indeed present and outdoors.

Imagine that.

And if this will ultimately mean I have to find customers outside of this area; that will be easy enough, and I will be very happy to do so. The referrals I have already received from the many customers I have there, along with the friendships that resulted in our business together are far more than I had ever expected before I took the first job there.

You see, you can upend conspiring fools, even with their own literature.

Lions & Dragons

“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil, is for good men to do nothing” -Sir Edmund Burke

Lions own their pasts and work to heal the scars created by old wounds.

Dragons simply divide and lay waste to rewrite their roles in such history; presently and at great peril to mankind. And these dragons hide amongst you in the shadows and hills of all great lands.

Serpents use your faith, desire to voyeur and your love; and the only weakness provided by this love; to divide you, distract you and mislead you every single day. It has been screamed bloody murder at you; and yet you do not hear. It has been blown by the falsely cleansing flames under your feet; and still you do not feel. Some of these dragons even succumb to their guilt in the waning years of their lives; confessing their sins and attempting to enlighten you; and still you will not judge.

Your faith is being bastardized. Magnificent religious and historical icons are being destroyed here and there; across the oceans in lands not familiar, but even in your townships at present, and utterly recognizable; Palmyra, The Great Mosque of Samarra, The Confederate Flag, The Buddhas of Bamiyan, Sanaa Old City, Bosra, The Great Mosque of Aleppo, Nimrud, Jonahs’s Tomb, Cyrene, The Museum of Islamic Art and many more across the world; in countries such as Yemen, Syria, Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya, Egypt, Pakistan, Gaza, the U.S. and more. These are not new happenings. There were myriads of historical works of art and literature destroyed and stolen during the second World War in countries such as France, Italy and England. It seems no countries are immune to this erasing of history that has been ongoing on the planet for decades or more. You may think it’s just a useless, divisive flag here in the U.S., but you’d be wrong, the list of monuments under attack from those wishing to erase history, rather than address and correct the wrongs that are continually perpetuated is longer than you know.

True, many see these monuments in the U.S. as racist reminders of an oppressive and brutal history, but what happens when we do not recall our history? Do we need to be reminded again? Do we not see that politicians offering up sacrificial offerings to appease our visual needs is not solving the real problems of social and class divide in this great country?

Your wealth is being plundered and your rights are being plucked; gently from your grasp; while you are awake, while you sleep and while you watch.

It’s done with your permission. It’s done with your ire. It’s done with endless perpetual conflict, consuming those you love so dearly; and also with the pen; with treasonous Roman-like legislators pandering obviously to such a perilous few; while tens of millions sit seemingly helpless; willing spectators of their own certain demise.

Act now or forever hold your tongues. Forced viral doctrines and documents demanding the uncompromising end to lifelong lawmaking can see beautiful democracy become truly long-lived; but only devoid of emotion or haste.

Look not to the deepest entrenched dragons, whispering sweet nothings falsely into your ears; they simply wish to be the next figureheads taking up the vulnerable position behind you.

Make no mistakes in this regard. It’s repeating itself again and again; and the results, which many have revealed to you at great length over the millenniums, will not deviate.

There are indeed far nobler outcomes in life, than to die of old age; clutching material wealth as you pass from here to beyond.

It is no mistake that so little was said about lions. This is because it seems so few actually exist.

“To see what is right, and not to do it, is want of courage, or of principle…” – Confucius