Poem: The Chase


You passed again today

through my wandering mind

your dusty shadow

shimmering in the graying light

I followed among the scattered leaves

that blow with whispers

so near the winds of thought

and wonder where you lead

Yet there is a ray of simmering light

amidst the darkened hollow

that echos in my brain

A day will come

when you shall stop

and slowly turn around

And in this precious moment

my eyes will finally learn

who hides behind the chase

 

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Poem : Adventure


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Like an epic hero
Facing out into the flat edge of the sea
Or one who takes flight upon whittled wings

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We may venture unknowingly forward
Towards arcane adventure
While others just judge

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But it is a deeper word
That we may hear
One whispered not in the ear
That  vital thrum heard louder
As uncertain steps slide on

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So fear not the dark unknowing
Or the icy glare of others
For if not for those who who braved
All the fearsome lonely deeds of past

Still trapped in silent solitude
We’d be

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Baby Steps


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Maybe today dawns bright and hopeful, whether or not it’s raining where you live. So often our days are filled with news that is brimming with despair and gloom making it hard for any of us to feel there is reason to move towards any kind of joyful tomorrow.

But for me two rather monumental things took place recently. Two things that show maybe, just maybe we have can have a reason for small glimmering hope. It may only be like a thing that is crouched in a small corner, hiding in the darkness, fearful to show itself in the full light. Afraid that if it does, it will be recognized and laughed back into its anonymous place. Yet, it’s there, and it’s creeping out….

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There are those, though, in this world of ours that do great work! Those that fight against the despair. These warriors battle for the future, our future and all the injustices and crimes against the planet so that we may go on.

It’s to those, that I dedicate this blog post. They are our heroes.

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Recently, many nations met at the  2015 United Nations Climate Change Conference. It was an incredible and, in my opinion, unprecedented conference to come up with concrete goals to combat climate change and all the horrors that come with it. Most of the Big Players were there, which is huge! Finally! The world is paying attention to something that can truly end our planet. Read about it here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2015_United_Nations_Climate_Change_Conference

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Another giant step forward for humankind was that this was the first time that Saudi Arabia allowed WOMEN to run for office and vote! Quoting NPR: “Today, the government announced that several of the 979 women who ran had been elected to the council.” Also 130,000 registered (which isn’t a lot, but it’s a start). For a country that has been decidedly sexist against women for decades, this is truly hopeful!

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So, I see this as progress in an otherwise bleak forecast. Baby steps these may be in the vast amount of work there is yet to do in the damage we create and the inequity that exists, but at least it’s forward movement.

With this year rapidly coming to a close, maybe we can each evaluate our own lives and say: how can I take up the battle cry and head to the front line? I know I am going to try.

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Hero


What makes someone a hero? There have been times I have been called a hero. In my line of work being a paramedic, someone may come up to me during a parade and say this to me.  I always shrink at this label! Never, ever have I felt like a hero. Maybe because my concept of what a hero is may be different from theirs. Maybe because I feel what I do is my job. Maybe because I read about real heroes in the paper every day and know, that so far, what I do every day doesn’t compare.

Like today, in my local paper, I read again about a local family that just lost their home and entire contents in a house fire. But worse than  that, two lives were lost. One was a 24-year-old man, the other a 24 month old baby. In a distant way, I feel connected to the family as my first ambulance Chief is related to this family and the first service I worked for serves this town. The entire town is in mourning.

I read today how the Fire Marshall’s office believe the adult died. There were other adults in the house who got out, some of whom are still hospitalized. So I’m sure the unfolding investigation includes eye-witness accounts. This adult was already out of the house when he learned the baby was still inside. He went back in to save him. Hero? To me, this is the definition of a true hero.

And the accounts of the teacher during the Sandy Hook shooting that was found on top of her students. Her body protecting the little ones. Another hero laying down her life in the hopes of saving those with years ahead of them. She was young too. Or the principal and the others that charged the shooter. Some may feel they were stupid for doing such a thing. Were they? Or was it an instinctual reaction to save and protect those who could not defend themselves?

I’ve often wondered would I be so brave? If the time came to put myself in harm’s way to save someone else–would I do it? When my time came to really BE a hero, would I? Would I pull someone from a burning car, defend someone being hurt, protect an animal? I can only say I hope I would.

It is true that we in the emergency field are taught to think these types of emergencies through so we don’t get killed. “Scene safety” is the first thing we are taught. If we die, then no-one gets saved. One would like to think being a hero would include everyone coming out alive. But if push came to shove and there was no time to make all the right moves, then I hope I do the right thing whatever it took.

And until that time comes, if it ever does, I honor all the unsung heroes. The people who we don’t read about in the papers. The people who defend the honor of someone, that stop a bully, that step in if they see violence instead of looking the other way, that speak up even if it’s within one’s own family. These are our every day heroes and in a world that gets scarier, more violent and less friendly I would like to think that there are still decent people out there that have capes hidden under their coats.