Tis the Season for what matters most

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Our thoughts, feelings (hidden ones too), all we utter in whisper, write or do; what we buy or sell, whether we pray or oh well:  All reflects present character and souls past, projecting our values on unknown lives, both young and old with flags, half mast.

Welcoming, even a bitter sweet holiday season at juncture of old and New Year, equally recognizing whether from far or near, family, friends, home, car, indeed all here, reflect who we are – to be clear, we’re defined by what and who we hold most dear, and it matters all year.

Instead of repressing memories of our past, resurrect and rediscover unlearned lessons at last.  Katrina, Derechos, and two Sandys crushed all ashore, but memorialize too the reaching out of neighbors and government to insure we endure.

Truth brings both pain and joy with each height and depth, teaching us what matters most and least, lest with each falling to our knees, we cast ourselves merely reactors to the beast.

Yes lovely Ann of courage, imagine all for one, honoring all with lifestyle of daily acts of kindness.  Boots on the ground and birthday parties too for homeless, together can bind us.  Imitation being greatest flattery, with open arms, hearts and minds let’s become channels through which Wall Street to Main Street recompense flows to all 99% left behind by fiscal foes.

Perhaps before Drones no longer needed over there rain down control on protesting Americans, we need master the masters whose triggers and strings master those to whom we bestow power over people, places and things.  Alas, what matters most is what’s in store for us to counter 364 nights and days before December 25th and after.

Raising protest banner before one who sees youthful carnage as bottom line sales boost in happier New Year scanner, matters less than “enough is enough.”  Rather it is for us the living to do what matters most, even while grieving.  Follow through, replacing Congressional Lobby nonsense deceiving, with in common sense believing.

Elect more teachers to Congress to educate away ‘do nothing’ mental state to manmade cliffs abate.  What really matters is teaching and learning that instruments of peace and war can enable both saint and sick to make a score.

While decent folks can take a joke, and enjoy a little target practice, Wayne LaPierre speaks only as, for and to those dangerously doped on violent axis.  If to kill a mocking bird is a sin, then save nation’s children from NRA mad-ad men.

Maybe now, is good for moral review of things written for different times, to lift morale from history lesson in the tie that binds.

Could it be when newly formed, Congress, not wanting standing army, but like those who actually revolution fought (fearing British return to fire up reconnection of a sought), opted to establish a continued minute men militia just in case, preferring a national guard at the ready, should Paul Revere again need rouse the base.

Could it be, it was for this the Second Amendment was intended, and not for assault weapons killing innocent descendants of Independence?

As we bid Aloha to Senator Daniel K. Inouye, 2012 and perhaps imploding tea stained GOP, why not visit aloha on enemies to compromise with fewer guns plea.

A Christmas gift to be re-gifted every day:  “four million” of us get to keep our hunting rifles for fun and as well, for home protection “spin” spun our handy hand gun.  However in return, the remaining 311 million are gifted freedom from slaughter by fearful, greedy and selfish enabling the ill with high-capacity magazines, to kill.

For a Happy New Year I wish all, this Christmas Blessing for many a good day and night:  Know what we proclaim right, from global government actions to furniture on which we plop as remote held sage, mirrors our true selves and defines America on the world stage.

“Are you in?!?”  Then it’s uniting bridges we must begin, for there must be room for all in the inn.

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