Let’s Make an Immediate and Direct Impact

As you all may know, writing, music, and the arts have been proven to be absolute excellent therapy in the treatment regarding the symptoms of PTSD.
 
There are currently several organizations such as, Song Writing with Soldiers, that pair musicians with veterans. The veterans often times tell their stories or share songs they have written. The artists collaborates with the veteran and together, they create a song based on that story. These organizations are invaluable.
 
In an attempt to get one of these excellent organizations to come locally, I have discovered that this process is so popular and effective that the organizations are booked out nearly two years.
 
The group I work with at the VA is committed to educating the public regarding PTSD for not only veterans, but all first responders. I don’t like to re-invent the wheel, but now have a goal.
 
What better way to educate the public than to include them in the process. There is so much talent locally and nationally that I believe starting an organization that accomplishes this goal does two things. First, it provides the same opportunity as the larger organization. Second, it directly involves our local and national talent, educating the public via participation.
 
I bear first hand witness to the therapeutic benefits of the arts regarding managing the symptoms of PTSD. I am happy, able, and willing to set up the organization and begin collaboration as soon as possible. The goal is to have a song or two by November 2020 that would be performed live at an event sponsored by the Fargo, ND VA at a local venue.
 
If you are a musician, song writer, or have a absolute desire to make a direct impact, regardless of where you live, please message me. There really are no rules. A great deal of this can be done over email, however I feel it is imperative that the artist meet the veteran at some point. I promise you the end result will make a positive difference in a veteran, first responder, and your life.
 
Thank you all for being the kind of Americans worth fighting for!
 
Dan

Listen to My Radio Interview

Hi Everyone!

In case you missed it, feel free to click the link below to listen to my radio interview on the Heroes of the Heartland Radio program from this morning!  Thank you all so much for the continued support for this project! I used to say it meant the world to me, and it does, but now I am starting to see that there is a bigger picture.  Thank you for all the phone calls, texts, and emails. Keep them coming!

Heroes of the Heartland: Dan Hudson | INFORUM

Pray for Our Country

Pray for Our Country

Pray for our beautiful country,

It is what we all have together,

One nation united under God.

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Whether you believe or not, what does it hurt? Our country, our name is supposed to unite all.  Do we always get along? No.  Do we always agree? No.  Will we ever get along and agree?  No.  What we can do is disagree, respectfully, and still be one nation.  It makes us stronger and better every day. 

If you pray, pray for this country as a whole.  If you don’t pray, see the previous sentence.  If you choose not to, understand your choice is accepted because of the very country of which you live. 

The freedom to respectfully express oneself and opinions is something of which we have, and continue to, pay a dear price.  Be responsible with these freedoms.  Be respectful to your fellow countrymen and countrywomen. 

Thank you to my beautiful wife for taking a picture of these less than perfect hands.

“I See No Color”

I See No Color

I see no color, in a sister or a brother,

But I am red, bravery and valour,  the color of blood that was shed.

 

I see no color, in a father or a mother,

But I am white, pure yet innocent, as we stand colorless for what is right.

 

I see no color, in a soldier or any other,

But I am blue, vigilant seeking justice, high in the air watching over you.

 

When I pass by, stand, you live free only because heroes had to die,

I see no color, you do, in life and one another.

 

My color you see, together, were made by sacrifices taken to be free,

Stand for me because I am you, your flag, red, white, and blue.

 

What does it take?  To me, the hypocrisy of freedom is when people do not realize that the same reason they have the “right” to do this and that derives from the price that was paid.  Sure you have rights, but do you have respect for where those rights actually came from?  There is a time, place, and way to exercise those rights. We can get the most out of everything our freedom has to offer if we are responsible.  

Freedom, hell no it isn’t free, it is an investment that cost, and continues to cost.  Understand what the cost of that freedom was and still is, and you will understand that to exercise the return from that investment came at a dear price. 

I love this country.  I don’t always agree with decisions that are made, and like this post, I am able to make it known.  Agree or disagree, that is your freedom.  We can still have a beer at the end of the day. 

Thank you Veterans for your service!

Thanks for taking a look. 

“Goodbye Dark Stranger”

Goodbye Dark Stranger

 

You lied to me today, and said this would never happen again,

My heart was pounding for little reason,  filled with adrenaline.

 

You promised that there was a way to take control of these things,

I don’t believe you know what you are doing, and each time it stings.

 

You lied to me today to make me believe things were better,

The ideas are mere words, unraveling like threads of a sweater.

 

You say next time will be different, I can walk away without anger,

It has never happened, and who appears is a dark stranger.

 

He trusts no one, never resting and has no peace,

Willing to do whatever is needed, the chaos he causes does not cease.

 

The damage he has done is like a hole in a battleship’s hull,

It is still a ship but sinks, because the water has made it full.

 

You lied to me today because surely you believe,

You actually have an answer and think that I cannot leave.

 

Or was it because you thought I wouldn’t notice that nothing would change,

Comfortable torment fills this life, decisions made however strange.

 

This time I don’t  forgive you as I have done many times before,

You will do it again, the cut is to deep, I will not take it anymore.

 

I tell you the truth today, this dark stranger, it’s time for him to go,

Silence your lips and listen, these things that you will have to know.

 

You have been here my whole life, even in my youth,

But I have learned that to lie, you must first know the truth.

 

No longer do you get to make all of life’s decisions,

The past is script that is forever, but now I am making some revisions.

 

Words before they are spoken, will be made with careful thought,

Better ways of living will be learned from the bad lessons you have taught.

 

I tell you the truth today because things will be done now the way they should,

Repairing the pieces that you broke, broken pieces you never would.

 

With nothing left to say, you are no longer welcome here,

Smiling I switched off the light, and turned away from the mirror.

Poetry “Every Cloud”

                             Every Cloud

 

From a high above cloud God looked down,

At a farm below, and the white snow on the ground.

 

He saw his children who live in this place,

Had committed themselves to his word and grace.

 

Through good times and bad, God saw and knew,

This family tested, proving that they are honest and true.

 

When storms didn’t seem to end, and life was filled with doubt,

God didn’t leave, he was with them throughout.

 

The clouds can get heavy and cover the sun’s light,

Take comfort in knowing the clouds are his, and do not block his sight.

 

With a smile on his face, God listens, hearing each prayer,

Every moment seen, every cloud, God’s chair.

 

                                                                                D.T. Hudson 2018

Farming is a tough business.  Where I come from, we rely on honesty, hard work, and faith.  You have little control over things such as the weather, market prices, disease, or other factors.  You just have to do your best and hope that it is enough. 

Even when those around us tend to take the path of lying, cheating, and stealing, it is important to remember that the path chosen is the one you own.  You are not accountable to me.  A wise person once said, “What cometh around, goeseth around”, or something like that.  

It is easy to give up, cave in, or just quit when things seem like they are impossible.  Whether it be a financial hardship, loss of a loved one, health issue, or just simply being wronged by another, it really is not your fight. Let the arrogance of another be their downfall as the path they chose leads nowhere but to darkness. 

Whether you believe in God, Karma, or another higher power is not for me to judge.  I think we can all agree that most things happen for a reason. We may not always like the situation, but typically we learn from it, and it works out for the best.  Let your higher power take care of these things.  Rock on people, rock on!

P.S.  How cool are drone photos? Thank goodness no one decided to be close to nature and take an outdoor bathroom break!

Poetry “The Guitar Lesson”

                                                             The Guitar Lesson

 

My father once gave me a guitar, I proudly displayed for all to see,

He taught me how to play, creating the music of my life for no one else but me.

 

Time taught me the world would be less confusing if everyone spoke in one tongue,

Indeed, that exists through music, every note played, every note sung.

 

But my life more closely resembles this instrument I choose to play,

Music through sound, telling you exactly what I want to say.

 

This guitar can be used to speak words without moving my lips,

Or a street performer happily sharing song,  just playing for tips.

 

Moments in life mostly resemble this old guitar,

High and low notes change quickly, without moving very far.

 

Played by ear or sometimes with sheet of music to follow,

Some are electric, others shaped round and are hollow.

 

The neck is divided by frets, much like time separates all life’s events,

Each space a different note, each memory past or present tense.

 

Different chords played many ways, it really does not matter,

One fret up makes it sharp, and one down is flatter.

 

Like life, a good song depends on how much time you put in,

Never perfect, yet sounding better with practice and discipline.

 

The chords are like humans, making rich tones as my fingers move around,

No matter the brand of guitar, they all make a similar sound.

 

How it’s played is the difference, neither right or wrong,

Picking the melody instead of strumming, making it sound like a different song.

 

But the song is the same, masked by each individual technique,

To live life is to celebrate another’s difference, each special and unique.

 

It took this long to realize this guitar’s lasting impression,

Learning that anyone can understand me through music, was my most valuable guitar lesson.

 

                                                                       Thanks Dad

                                                                                                                                D.T. Hudson 2018

Guitars, and music in general, have become such an important part of my life.  The holes in my office walls where I missed the studs trying to hang pictures are covered by these works of art. 

My dad got me into playing guitar at a young age. The good old 50’s and 60’s music like “Wipe Out” and “Run Around Sue”.  He and mom were hard-working farmers.  I was the pain in the ass middle child that moved out soon after graduation. I had no farming aspirations or abilities whatsoever. Regardless of who I am or what I did with my life, music would always be a staple. 

After moving to Arizona to avoid these cold winters, he really took to finger picking and playing gospel. I can not tell you all what a joy it is when he and mom come here (in the summer of course) to visit.  We sit and play guitar, talk music, and simply discuss guitars in general. Considering play hair band rock, our duets get rather unique. However,these special times have truly become one of the best parts of my life. 

I am a drummer by nature, but I have always loved to play guitar.  Unlike a piano, the notes not only go vertical on the neck, but also horizontally. There seems to be unlimited things you can play and there is always constant room for improvement. Am I any good, hell no, but I have fun trying. 

The amazing thing about music, these guitars in general, was that no matter how different of people dad and are, we will always have this in common.  For me, that is one the greatest things in the world. 

 

Poetry “The Wind”

The Wind

There is a place that sits high on top of a hill, in the summer it is green, in the winter the snow will fill.

The lake with blue water is now frozen over, a white blanket  has covered this  field of clover.

The winter winds run through it like a riot, but today this land provides much needed peace and quiet.

Abundant tracks of wildlife made while they roam, nestled in the trees, a place they call home.

It could be now or one hundred years prior, the view catches my eye and I stand to admire.

A soft breeze touches my face, making its way to my ear, whistling by, there is a voice I can hear.

The wind calls my name as before, but this time I listen, while snowflakes in the sky flash and glisten.

This voice is familiar, often I chose to ignore, words of true peace and happiness, please tell me more.

Forgive those around you, and you will live much longer, forgive yourself, and you will be much stronger.

Know that there is bad, but good will prevail, let go of your anger, let it set sail.

Accept who you are, not what you will be, do all these things, then you will free.

I tell the voice that in this life, nothing is free, there are prices to be paid, the cost is on me.

The voice let out a small sigh, and said you must move forward, instead of asking why. 

What is around you has been here for years, it has seen the world’s happiness and its tears.

You are part of this place as much as it is part of you, full of life and love, every day brand new.

Take this gift for which you did not ask, be true to yourself, take off your mask.

I left the hill, the words a carousel in my head, and vowed to try to do everything the wind had said.

When I returned that summer, the wind blew but did not call, never again heard, winter, spring, summer, or fall.

                                                                                                      D.T. Hudson 2018

      There is this place by where we used to live. We referred it as the POD land; long story.  The view to me was amazing.  Overlooking a beautiful Minnesota lake, I often dreamed of putting a home on the property.  The problem was, I didn’t have the resources to even come close to achieving that dream.  So instead of building a home, I would just sit an admire the beauty mother nature had given this place.

     Throughout my poems, you can probably tell that my mind works on dark and light levels.  For instance, when I am working a project, specifically art, my thoughts are almost verbal conversations that I have with myself.  I would be lying if told you I didn’t sometimes also answer myself, but that is a different story all together.

     This picture of the land in the winter is near and dear to me.  I am fairly certain someone purchased the land and put up very large and lavish home.  That is the beauty of photographs and poetry.  I can remember it just the way it was, or maybe still is.

     Thank you for taking a look at “The Wind”.  I appreciate all of you reads and comments.

Poetry “This Moment”

Living in the country we truly get some of the best looks at the sky.  What some may struggle to find in a photograph, we are fortunate to have almost daily.  This old swing has been with us almost as long as we have been together. It is a matter of time before it gets to the point where it is no longer safe to use.  Until that time, we will sit in it, talk, and watch the sunrises and sunsets.

These moments are embedded into my memories.  The simple pleasures of a loved one and great conversation.  Sometimes supplemented with a hot cup of coffee or a cold Captain Morgan.  For those of you that know me, I do like my Captain Morgan.

Either way, thank you for taking a look at “This Moment”, because it is a huge part of my life.

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