Here is my plan to build a wall and stop illegal immigration while solving several other problems. I believe this would fix many problems that we just can't agree on.
Build the wall: With American labor-those that need to learn a trade, those coming out of prison from a non-violent offense that need to get back to work and learn a trade.
Build the wall: With the previous illegal aliens that have been living here and have not committed any other crimes. Allow DACA kids and their families a chance to donate money or to work and learn a trade as well as pay off their debt-this will make an unfair situation to those that have come over legally and paid the high price-those that have already come here illegally can fix the problem and use their time and resources to protect the country they will soon be able to call their own because they were part of fixing the problem.
Get with nature advocates and build a series of natural areas along the wall that will include large areas of milkweed for monarchs and allow the wall to be a break for wildlife to be able to use it as a living area. Also build water areas for wildlife.
Again, the gardening people can be the very people you are giving a second chance to-they will learn more about wildlife, natural gardening and even water conservation and they will be the leaders of tomorrow's defenders of nature.
On the Mexico side of the wall create signs that say-we would love to have people who are willing to work for a better country-welcome all who do it with respect for our laws and we welcome people to have a safer and more lawful community that will protect those future immigrants to have a great place they can eventually call their home. We, the United States support you in your journey to find a better life we just ask that you respect our laws and do it the right way.
Any drug money they cease coming over will be put to supporting local community churches, schools, sporting areas-give the people in the poorer areas of this country a chance to see what living a good and healthy life looks like. Get the communities to fix their own problems and allow them to do it.
The money we stop losing on litigation and enforcement we will put toward our deficit and allow this country to prosper.
There are only two people that will not benefit from this plan and those two people will remain nameless as they are not part of the solution, only the problem and I didn't want to make this political or snarky.
Would love opinions on this idea-flaws-naivety?
Thursday, February 7, 2019
Saturday, December 15, 2018
An Introvert's Guide to Being Social: No one I meet would say I'm an introvert or anti-social, still as others gather together and converse in the past I have been the one on the edge, to myself. I do really well one-on-one and I enjoy conversation that goes beyond weather, sports or daily trends.
I like to discuss politics, religion, ethics and philosophy and more important for me is to hear other's opinions on the subject. I am in the process of changing my process because at my age and lot in life, I find myself very much alone.
I've started becoming the Yes Man-a Jim Carrey movie that truly inspired me. I am eager to meet Zooey Deschanel but that's another story about singles and dating. I have recently begun to force myself into social interaction and the results have been quite wonderful.
Coffee and Sketch: This is actually two different instances but along the same idea. I recently went to get coffee and normally I would find a seat that faced the window, that allowed me the relief of space between myself and others.
I always chide the coffee shop crowd and the airplane people who stare at their phones and avoid contact with others. I am just as anti-social, it is a habit we don't even realize we do. So I am forcing myself out of my comfort zone.
I chose a seat facing everyone, right in the middle of the group and what I found is that suddenly you begin to naturally interact with others and it's not so awkward anymore.
Another coffee shop, I met a group of sketching people and sketched with them. Again, normally I would find a seat off to the side but instead I was in the middle of it. The more I spoke and listened, the more comfortable I became.
This is Just Practice: When you go out and be social, you need to ask yourself what is the goal and I realize now I am looking to meet my significant other but I am also looking to grow my circle of friends and acquaintances.
People need people, we are naturally social beings. I don't need an entorage but a group of close friends would be nice. Mine tend to scatter across the country and perhaps that's why I have avoided a new relationship.
So far, the meetups have been lacking in the amount of attendants but instead of being disappointed I realize every time I go and be social, it is just practice. It is not easy for a leapard to change it's spots but when he does, it feels pretty amazing.
Growth and Experience: I have had some amazing moments recently. On Sunday, I enjoyed a musical jam session by local musicians and it was one of wonderful special moments. I felt present and felt the feeling of Christmas spirit for the first time this season.
I drank coffee, enjoyed a meal, read about social media marketing and listened to local musicians. It was a moment which I never would have experienced if I wasn't out of my comfort zone.
A few nights ago I went to a meetup in Grapevine and after a great bit of conversation, I enjoyed a long walk through the Christmas capital of Texas and it was another great experience.
Friday, December 14, 2018
I am working on connecting much of this blog to my website as has always been the intention. This is a review of 2018. It has been quite a year of change and fully realizing my creative life.
I've begun several series of new paintings, finished some old ones up and started a new series on photography. I am starting to make the newsletter a more regular thing, planning on once a month if my audience wants it. No spam-just a bit of nature once a month.
I completed several oil paintings and have sold several. The older paintings are about to be archived as I start the new series and a new direction in my art. I am planning on showing more, in fact, I've had a series of paintings hanging at OPA-a local Greek Tavern.
I am finishing up many of the paintings from the ten months I drove around East Texas selling insurance. I also have some pastels that have become more like sketches in recent years. Planning on enlarging my scope and working toward more full blown finished pastel pieces. From now on I plan on working on boards instead of paper as they will be acid free and more durable.
I have been working a lot on photography and several series are in the works. The one I'm most excited about is nature snapshots-the artist window. I have grown quite fond of the still life-still all about nature but windows and doors are another aspect of these photographs.
As you can see-there will be 6 parts of this series as 2018 has been a very busy and productive year.
I've gone from crystals to fruit and now I am a collector of natural things. I have done a lot of walking with my inherited puppy and am painting an ornament for my son with his dog, just in time for Christmas.
Another added product that I am adding to the brand, ornaments. I am creating limited edition Christmas ornaments that are made to order.
R.L Clayton and his 9-year-old granddaughter Abbey have finished writing a children's book. I have illustrated it and it is finally available on Amazon. It is the first book in the series I've worked with him that is fully illustrated inside.
I have become extremely interested in abstract patterns and textures in nature. Have begun selling wall decor with photography with intensified objects of nature. I am excited about 2019 and I hope you would visit the website and get on my newsletter. I plan on creating an ebook to send to all of my subscribers. I look forward to sharing more nature and art for the next year.
Friday, September 21, 2018
The golden grasses of the prairie are gone replaced by rich greens and yellows. Stands of milkweed and several species of sunflower have given up their seeds. It's quiet, the dickcissels have left their nesting sites and even the hawks aren't soaring quite as much as they did just a few months ago.
The late summer pause, you can hear the prairie humming with heat, taking a deep breath beneath a pale August sky. A breeze blows a stem of a sunflower with a hint of September approaching but the heat still overpowers.
I couldn't sit for fear of chiggers among fresh cut grass so I walked silent, desperate to be present. You can go to the most quiet place and still feel overwhelmed by thoughts and worries. Today I struggled to listen to that inner voice and it was a challenge.
Nature has always been my connection to God but these days I feel like I'm sitting in a quiet room throwing my thoughts and fears into an empty sky. It's not by any means his fault or absence-I know it's all mine. I'm trying to stay present and take stock in all the ways God has and continues to bless my family and me but sometimes the absence of feeling is hard to get beyond.
The silence in this prairie should find me awake and alive but my inner child sleeps and I can't reach him. I know this will pass, I know depression is a cyclical thing that comes and goes, comes and goes again but the older I get, sometimes it's hard to realize the truth I already have realized for so many years.
God is my constant and I know he has a plan-foolish are we, children of God who seek to flip the pages, to control the story of our lives. Anxiety is that feeling of a lack of true faith and a need to get a glimpse of the ending, God has his plan and I must wait patiently for the time and the purpose.
Monday, September 10, 2018
A sad blue landscape, how can you leave me here in autumn rain
you realize my dilemma
I made my bed and I lie in it
room in disarray, mind and thoughts decay
sunflowers on worn stems
staring at the ground
the clouds are surrounding my head
I'm drowning but no one can see
staring out of a glass contained,
I feel no colors, I know no warmth,
even the act of creation seems pointless
this will end, I know it will end
the depressive dares to question
Intricate stems disconnected, yellow flowers and rich royal blue
shadows of green beneath the gray
I have felt the warmth of sun
but I can't feel the rain
even the sound escapes me
nothing soothing to this state
driving through the broken landscape
they dissected all of our childhood scenes
even the gaurdian is threatened
their grubby steel machines
and I drive alone
no turtles to save on the old dirt road
all the same
black tart streets with pointless names
its progress they say
but all the landscape is shrunken and gray
I want to be whole again
to feel joy again
the depressive voice dares to question
I know the pointless hours
I know the empty field
and the blackbirds in swarms
like scraps of black paper across a field
I know the dark landscape
the burned soil
it climbs into my eyes
and makes everything dark
I've driven against the wind
out in a field
seeking silence and peace
when will this darkness
Remnants of Spring
I've been here before, the remnants of spring cling to weathered stems. Nature teaches us lessons and everything we need to know is in the garden and is explained with the season, we just need to open our eyes.
After the joy and beauty of color fades, there is a grayness, a serious tone as purpose supersedes beauty. Wisdom is the seeds that perfect ways to travel from the stem with definite intentions for next spring. Wind works with rain and the cycle is complete, some even work with the winter frost: we could learn much from such observations both about our own vanity as well as fortitude and purpose.
There is a natural beauty in age and decay. Humanity creates the unnatural fear and morbidity of death, in nature, it is all for a purpose. The seeds wait for the warmth of spring that will rise from the garden next season with the same spectacle and an innate hope.
Purple: Faith is a Flower in My Garden
Purple is a supernatural color. It should be the color of the sash of a royal bumble bee, as it flies magically against the laws of science and nature. That's the beauty of nature, it doesn't conform to our expectations and yet it aligns with the basics of logic and reason in its own right.
There are more secrets in nature than answers-man's greatest flaw is the pride in his certainty of what he thinks he knows. Nature constantly breaks borders, pushes past weed barriers and outlives the pesticides and when man perfects his war on nature-nature is patient and changes to meet the challenge.
One job of the creative is to learn the language of nature and describe it. We have the wonderful challenge of seeing beyond our own eyes and thinking past our limitations of thought and reason.
An Oakland State
This morning I walked the streets and remembered Oakland. The light drizzle of rain was cool and it felt like pins and needles on my skin. I could smell remnants of crepe myrtle and magnolia, I noticed all the overgrown lots and flowers of bindweed clmbing the fences.
The landscape had a cool blue tint and the clouds conspired in the distance and I was at peace. I remembered walking the streets and realized I rarely enjoy it like I do there and the reason was not only the wonderful company of a dear friend but the fact that nothing was going on. Sometimes we just need to stop and listen.
The summers in Texas are often too hot to really enjoy much other than sweating and feeling out of breath. Today I decided from now on I would stop and see, enjoy every aspect of the moment. It was a wonderful morning.
Saturday, August 18, 2018
It is the absence of something, most of the time something we took for granted for a long time before we realize it's gone. The swing settles in the family tree and only a random breeze will wake it from its slumber.
I remember the cool green grasses and clothes blowing across the long lines of rope making shapes and patterns like ghosts. I remember the simplicity of a great blue sky and a child's mind full of opportunities.
There are so many times we fall off the swing, we skin our knees and assume that no one is coming with the clean washcloth or the gentle encouraging voice; we grow up. We become self-sufficient, we are taught to ignore the swing, the green grass and the great blue sky as if they were just childhood foolishness.
We barely realize they're gone but the child inside us still yearns to stop, to seek comfort, to search with an explorers heart for wonders among the grass and secrets in the woods.
It is this loneliness, missing a child that always found time to play, to look up to the sky in search for something great. How I miss the swing and the tall willows throwing viridian shadows, I consciously aspire for my own resurrection.
The green lawn, the red and white shed before it was an eyesore, back when it had a purpose. We would have family dinners in the backyard, the kids would take orders and there was a barbecue fired up, it was summer.
I remember a large gathering of people, usually Easter, after church we'd sit outside. It was back before mosquitoes became the deadly creatures they are.
I remember plastic chairs and long white plastic table clothes, laughter and drama-it was a family gathering after all.
Now the family is scattered to multiple states. Many of the members I remember are dead, some still live near the same town but we are all separate.
I miss the bond of family, even if what I remember wouldn't match reality. I"m sure there was more tension among them but I was young. I had the privilege to grow tired of having guests.
I would love to sit in my Aunt Ann's kitchen listening to the old woman with stories and small talk. I would enjoy sitting in the living room with all the men watching sports and talking trash but time moves on and we don't realize the connections or their significance in our lives.
The Precarious State of Loneliness
There are so many more like me...but we are all separate,
How uncomfortable it is, longing for contact
and yet unable to fathom its joy
To seek solitude while aching for connection
it's the most difficult state as nothing seems to feel comfortable
time is slow and yet fast and random simultaneously
I have lived here
I have driven a long road, alone, missing others
and yet insistent on my own solitude
is it the soul's nature of knowing its own state
but curious for another?
Fear keeps us
Awkward we are souls in transition.
I forced my way through loneliness
until I grew comfortable with myself
it was only then that I could fathom
and it's joyful conclusion...
The colors of humanity
ebb and flow just like the seasons
but they are to be shared
our voices are like the fleeting colors of autumn
how they linger among the tangled limbs
to grow as a wonderfully colorful
they become stories among grasses
ghosts in the shadows
until they settle on stones
and sleep like whispers...
we were never meant to be alone
we are all notes in a beautiful song
so when did we stop singing?