Today is Independence day. A day that before we were ever born was born into history and changed the world.
As many of you have seen from my blog, I am patriotic, I respect the flag (always) and have taught my children to do the same. They take their hats off when the flag goes by or our National Anthem plays. They know the sacrifices that proud men and women have made to give them their freedom. We encourage them to ask questions when we watch the news and to express their opinions and thoughts on what they see and hear, knowing the day might come when they are told it’s not allowed any more.
Take a few moments to reflect on what today is actually about. Not getting the day off. Or fireworks. Or eating until you can’t breath. It’s about things much deeper and more all encompassing and meaningful.
“I Hear America Singing”
by Walt Whitman
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;
Those of mechanics—each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;
The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work;
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat—the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck;
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench—the hatter singing as he stands;
The wood-cutter’s song—the ploughboy’s, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown;
The delicious singing of the mother—or of the young wife at work—or of the girl sewing or washing—
Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else;
The day what belongs to the day—
At night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.