Bird Droppings April 28, 2026
A rock flower and song

A journey begins with a step, and apathy begins with turning your back and saying I don’t care. Before we left school due to the virus in 2020, I had my last IEP. I recall my laptop acting weirder than usual, and all my school emails suddenly appeared in my account and then disappeared. After several months of writing, my entire address book went into computer limbo. I came home, and it was still the same on my home account, but my school email was not there. I went back to school, logged on again, and everything came up. Something simple wasn’t working; my computer said my password was wrong. Then I checked, and the caps lock was on; it was a simple fix.

Then, suddenly, as if by magic, my account was gone again, which was very frustrating for me, as I did not understand electronics and computers. It seems they were doing server work at school, unbeknownst to those of us who were using it.

“A man wrapped up in himself makes a very small bundle.” Benjamin Franklin

It is so easy to get caught up in oneself and our minor troubles, just as I did this morning. The following are the words to a song that were sent to me many years ago by the mother of a teenage daughter. I remember the song from many years ago. My friend said her mother enjoyed this song, which was recorded by Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt, and Emmylou Harris, among many others. I wonder how many folks will remember them or the song as I sit here.

Wildflowers
By Dolly Parton

The hills were alive with wildflowers.
And I was as wild as, even wilder than they
At least I could run; they just died in the sun.
And I refused to just wither in place
Just a wild mountain rose, needing freedom to grow
So I ran, fearing not where I’d go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don’t care where they grow

And the flowers I knew in the fields where I grew
Were content to be lost in the crowd
They were common and close; I had no room for growth
I wanted so much to branch out

I uprooted myself from home ground and left
Took my dreams, and I took to the road
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don’t care where they grow

I grew up fast and wild, and I never felt right
In a garden so different from me
I just never belonged; I just longed to be gone
So the garden, one day, set me free

Hitched a ride with the wind, and since he was my friend
I just let him decide where we’d go
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don’t care where they grow

So often, poetry and songs have meaning hidden in their words; it might be in the way they unfold, and often in a song, the melody adds to the feeling and attitude portrayed by the words. Watching one of the American Idol contestants sing a song made famous by Garth Brooks, several commented on the excellent songwriting. Keith Urban, a singer-songwriter, offered the actual songwriter, Tony Arata, from Nashville. However, Tony ended up at Georgia Southern by chance and often performed in small venues in Statesboro. Tony was my brother-in-law’s college roommate. I throw out another song while I am on Tony Arata’s The Dance. The words are powerful, and so is Garth’s delivery of the song.

Back to business, as I was reading this morning, so many teenagers feel as this wildflower does, desiring to be or wanting to be free. Yet as I read the words to the song, an image of a wild rose growing in a sidewalk crack in New York popped into my mind, and a line from another song made famous in the early 1970s popped into my mind.

“You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. They took paradise and put up a parking lot.” Joni Mitchell

In recent months, I have addressed apathy, and a dear friend in a teacher meeting in Conyers recently discussed it with teachers and how we can combat it. I thought about that all night; first, apathy is like a virus; it replicates rapidly and soon overwhelms. Soon, it takes over, but what does apathy look like and feel like? There are keywords and phrases, such as whatever, because, no reason, I’m passing, I’ll do it tomorrow, everybody else is doing it, it’s not mine, and a good one, let me copy your homework. The list goes on and on: apathy, procrastination, and not caring can be rampant.

I am reading a book again, Neither Wolf nor Dog, by Kent Nerburn, about Native American Spirituality. The Introduction to the book is a few pages long, recounting a motorcycle ride into the plains and a large rock considered sacred by the Sioux. It is called buffalo rock. A relatively simple, large boulder situated in the migration path of the buffalo looked somewhat like a buffalo. Today, it has a plaque on it, telling its historical significance, and there is an iron fence around it to protect it. Nerburn writes of how he was taken to tears looking at this ancient symbol caged as he wrote and as he walked around, pondering the thousands of years of people who would touch the rock for luck in the hunt or honor and respect as they rode by this rock in the plains of America. As he walked about sitting on top of the rock, he carefully placed a crumpled cigarette not snuffed out by a careless tourist, and the tobacco spilled out onto the rock’s surface. Tobacco is sacred to the plains Indians, and someone had carefully honored the rock and memories. Someone still cared.

I look at schools and the possibility of illness or apathy. I wondered if someone was caring enough to seek a cure. Second, could it be possible to weed out teachers who teach and lecture apathetically, thereby causing apathy in students? It is not just a school thing for many students to learn apathy at home. Many years ago, I remembered a professor who would walk in, never address the class, go to his podium, start reading the book, and when the bell would ring, stop and leave the room. In a semester, he never addressed a student’s question, an issue was never brought up, he gave a final, and who knows if anyone passed. Was it his class, or were his classes apathetic? Most assuredly, he had some symptoms, and from there, the degree of apathy can vary, although I would say it was severe with him.

Apathy is much like a vacuum; however, once the seal is broken, it fills rapidly once learning is allowed in. Curing apathy, however, often requires others to lend a hand. Begin a new day with a new thought and reach for the stars like last night, with a clear crescent moon and stars. If you can see more than eleven stars in the constellation Orion, you have a clear night; I saw twenty-eight earlier this morning. Seek out something new, wonderful, and engaging. Apathy breeds within itself and upon itself. It is thinking and learning that keep apathy away. Another fantastic day for each of us; please keep all in harm’s way on your mind and hearts, and always give thanks, Namaste. I will end with one of my favorite quotes, borrowing from the former Governor of California, “I’ll be back.” Please keep all in harm’s way on your minds and in your hearts, and give thanks. Namaste.

My family and friends, I do not say this lightly,

Mitakuye Oyasin

(We are all related)

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