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World Health Day: Let’s Talk Depression

Today is World Health Day- “Let’s Talk Depression.”

What does depression feel like? It hurts. It’s an overwhelming feeling of being utterly alone, isolated- a burden. Triple gravity pulling you down until every little task seems almost insurmountable.

Depression doesn’t differentiate between rich or poor or race or creed.  Some might say, “Oh, it’s all in your head, just snap out of it.”  There is no “snapping out of it,” without help. Depression is an ailment of the mind, just as angina is an ailment of the heart.  Both can cause extreme pain and systemic symptoms and must be treated. Yet, there’s a stigma attached to depression and other mental illnesses.  Many are ashamed to admit to being depressed and wouldn’t ask for a day off or tell a friend about it; yet, they wouldn’t think twice about requesting time off for angina or an acute asthma attack.

Be #stigmafree. I challenge you to talk to someone today about depression. At the very least it opens to door for parity.

And if you are depressed and need someone to talk to, my “door” (i.e. messenger or phone) is always open.  You can also talk to the wonderful people at the suicide prevention lifeline  1-800-273-8255.

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Water is Life

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Upon this rock, this land,

I pledge my heart; I pledge my hand.

Water is life; I stand-

 

Water protectors hand in hand,

1st Nations and veterans stand,

Upon this rock, this land.

 

Promises given, promises taken, and

Ripped away by a soldier’s hand;

Water is life; They stand-

 

Eye to eye across the sand,

Defenders, desecrators, take a stand,

Upon his rock, this land.

 

The fight-  the soul of the land.

Which one shall win this hand?

Water is life; You stand-

 

Upon the Earth, our only land.

Promises should be kept as planned.

Upon this rock, this land;

Water is Life; We stand.

 

NOTE: The image was captured during a Dakota Access Pipeline and Sabal Trail Pipeline Protest on the FL capitol lawn.

aSocial Butterfly

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Oh Butterfly,
Trapped in a prison of its own device-
Four walls and a floor made of glass;
comfortably confining, a contradiction.
It stares out at the world through these walls
wishing, pining, hoping for release.
Yet, the release that it desires
comes at time of its own choosing-
It need only spread its wings
and soar towards the heavens;
to the freedom of the skies,
To the saintly touch of another.
But these glass walls magnify the world,
Distorting its view-
Creating monsters that seem bigger and closer
than they really are.
Even though freedom beckons,
Fright holds its wings closed.
Yet, when Fear takes hold
The Lepidoptera need only close its eyes,
feel the breeze from above,
and trust in the power of its lissome wings
to overcome the vast visions
of its self imposed confinement.
So, fair sky Contessa,
Shall you shudder behind glass all your short life,
and watch the fugacious world fade away?
or will you transform your fear into courage
and leave your four walls behind?
trapped no more in a prison of your own device
Oh Butterfly?

I, Butterfly

I, Butterfly

What has been written

that has not already been written?

What has been said

that has not already been said?

Is there no new place,

no new frontier

that man and his imagination

have not explored?

Can’t a single sparklight up a darkened room?

Can’t a lonely whisper

give voice to those once silent?

Is there not one action

that cannot change the universe?

Is there not one ripple

that cannot be felt across space and time?

 

 

***This is something originally written at least 10 years ago.  It only existed as the words on the left column. I cut many words and added a little balance; I gave it wings so to speak.

Stars and Stripes Forever

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To all who received a flag
instead of a loved one’s embrace:

I am sorry that I cannot bring
you another touch, another glance or heart beat.
I cannot stop the tears flowing from your eyes
or comfort your children’s fears
I cannot return to you
a life that was lost
or fix a body broken.

Yet, I can offer this stars and stripes
to eternalize this soldier’s service.
Please accept this token, this monument
in hopes that you will remember
His ultimate sacrifice.
For he gave his heart, his all
to uphold the edges of Freedom’s wall.

Willow

 

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Weep,

Oh Willow;

pour your tears

in the gentle well.

Your misty eyes shroud

your face amongst

the golden leaves.

Sad, sad tree,

smile and cast away

your sorrows.

Be glad; grow strong!

Dream;

Dream towards your tomorrows.

Camelot

Camelot

 Pretty little peacocks

peacock feathers

watching beautiful lies,

displayed as fantasies

on their feather’s eyes.

 

Let us admire our feathers

and watch our life on stage,

while our soul searches for Camelot;

our mind sees but a page.

 

Come now, come all,

to Camelot I go;

the dream of purity

and righteousness I shall know.

 

Tither, tither,

All evil I will forsake;

and never will my quest be ended-

This vow I do make:

 

Never cease cradling the stars,

or reaching for the hand of God.

Camelot, my dear Camelot,

the only place I will trod.

 

Its Virtues I embrace,

insidiously good virtues,

and hold them as my light

Lo, it banishes all the night.

 

And if silent death

shall capture me before

I find my Camelot

and open its door-

 

Then bury me

in my feather’s tears,

so I may dream of Camelot

for the rest of my years.