by Michael L. Craver Giving birth is the beginning of a new journey. Changing times mean no path is certain. The chance to succeed or fail is beyond any math or science… An obligation to evasively maneuver the winding roads that will remain under construction for eternity. Carrying a weight of unknown potential and sacrificing every moment going forward- the gravity of decisions. The quality of our future depends on the choices of caregivers. The idea of ‘self’ is an extension of one’s body and incorporates everything that affects us. Doing for another is a karmic offering to the environment around us. The many moving elements of the world help determine each butterfly effect. What we do for ourselves includes the deeds toward others that bounce back our way. Mothers are the ultimate scientists. Raising these live studies in humanity. Mixing the need for compassion and emotional balance with the bold truth of where the world is today. Having to choose what may or will be… Many th...
The earliest stories of her name refer to Deborah- sole female judge of Israel. A legacy of peace. Her song speaks of victory and friendship. Unmistakably my mother. Undefeated. [ Judges 5:31: ] "'So perish all your enemies, O Lord ! But may your friends be like the sun as it rises in its might.' And the land had rest forty years." Today she is 69. Wiser than ever. Her tale is filled with thought and compassion for others. Beginning as a lighthouse to her sisters. Leaving home to become a nurse. Quickly evolving to teach the next generation of nurses and lead a revolution of changes nationwide. What began in Burke County quickly spread to a city near you… My mother has earned a fascinating reputation from developing a department she took over during infancy. Always remembering the legacy of those before her and fighting for their acknowledgement. Eventually she conquered the local challenges and expanded her masterplan. Logging hundreds of thousands of miles ...
a Michael L. Craver story As time goes on, I find myself writing less. Developing ideas through conversation, making notes, and thinking about them often suffices. There was a period in my life where I spent most evenings in silence, but writing anything that motivated me. This helped ask myself objective questions about all thoughts; breaking down various points of view to see where I could be misguided. For a couple years this written process had evolved to audio recordings. Thinking out loud with no regard for length. Even then, I had notes ahead of the occasion to remind me of key elements I needed to juxtapose to find the truth. The goal was always to unpack all possibilities and find out what I believed after scrutinization. This statement is always true, “I have never been older than today.” Since 1982, I’ve been gathering memories and continuing the quest to maintain the most consistent balance of peace possible. Any moment where there’s a thought about not be...