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

Using Yours

Like a loving mother that would starve to feed her young,  life too will feed you if you are willing to eat.  On the other hand, should you find yourself not hungry, give your plate to another, for then you become life.
DTH 2019
Using Yours.
I was recently in Charleston, SC and found it was every bit beautiful as I had been told.  Like most cities, there are several faces of the city, even if you travel just a short distance.  I find this same comparison in people.  Some may look good on the outside, but more often than not, they too have another face.    
Arguably, I am a humble guy. I prefer to encourage people and congratulate their successes.  Don’t get that confused with credit.  I am a firm believer in giving credit where credit is due.  A Champion of the soon to be successful underdog. 
In reality, There are those that ask for your “help”, and once provided, give little to no credit to those whom really do the work.  Often times this occurs in the Supervisor/Supervised relationship.  The unfortunate result is a moral destroying situation for the supervised. 
The above scenario used to really drive me crazy.  Pages and volumes of my research, making those in higher positions look good. Furthermore, the posturing that ensues is almost comical with no ex post facto benefit for those who actually have done the work.   Unfortunately, this seems to be a common scenario regardless of where you have employment. 
Most people do not need to be paraded around cubicle city upon their co-workers shoulders, yet some do.  My point is, the simple act of giving credit where credit is due by a supervisor is sign of strength, not weakness. 
When, not if, this happens to you, remember some advice the smartest guy I know told me. “We always win in the end.”
This ever happen to any of you?  I can measure this in days and weeks for the most part. The thing is, learn from this as someday you will be the person who passes the plate, or throws it in the garbage.  I encourage you to pass the plate and give everyone the best opportunity to succeed.  Leaders eat last, my friends.
Thanks for taking a look!
Dan

Wolf’s Call


Wolf’s Call    

The wolf howls at night,

and in sunrise of the early morning,

the pack hungers no more.

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Photo credit goes to my very talented brother-in-law, Jeff Lekatz. Thanks Rock Star!

Haiku “Abandoned”

Abandoned

 In the coldest of winter,

                The song of the bird is silenced,

                                       yet the nest remains waiting.                       

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Haiku poems are powerful, so little word, so much meaning.  Traditionally dealing with nature, three lines, five words, then seven, then five more. Challenging but really but right to the point.  Just the way I like it!

I took this photo in Arizona while visiting my parents. This little fella was high in an entry way.  I could stretch my arms no further, but I think it turned out just fine.

Poetry “Heart of Stone”

Heart of Stone

The sounds and faces that one could not save,

These dark thoughts come in, wave after grueling wave.

 

There is no rhythm to how often they appear,

Too proud, too strong, thoughts far away as they are near.

 

Haunting memories seem to persist, not leaving done to be done,

A cylinder click breaks the silence from a freshly polished gun.

 

Broken is to  feel pain rather than nothing at all,

The heart beats faster with each chest rise and fall.

 

Happiness is a mere word, put all upon oneself,

Awards bravely earned are boxed up, taken down from shelf.

 

All interest has left in wondering how or why,

No feelings towards life, or when something has to die.

The armor has dents on both front and back,

Put down that pistol, move forward, don’t look back.

 

The time has  come to lower the guard,

Climb this mountain, each footstep forward will be less hard.

 

When the mountain is climbed at the top will be found,

Its heart made of stone, symbolic and profound.

 

Care for others, and oneself too,

Allowing to love again, love like its brand new.

 

Take care and choose wisely the words that are spoken,

Because even a mountain made of stone can have its heart broken.


It doesn’t matter where you come from, who you are, what you look like, we all have that space inside of us where we push stuff down and don’t let it out.  Maybe it was a bad relationship, a car accident, or just words that tore into your very soul.

This poem is about just that.  Like a bank, these ideologies are stored in a vault.  The problem we encounter, again like a bank, you get charged interest.  What I mean is that the memories of whatever the situation, recur and compound, just like interest. The way I see it, it is easy to become consumed by these thoughts and memories because they build up over time.

Understanding that you push these thoughts away, instead of learning how to manage them, is literally killing you softly over time. Whether you lock them up to avoid them or because it is just too much to hold, like a teenager, they will sneak out of your house and do their thing.

I took this picture in Utah while hiking up Capital Reef.  I was amazed when I got to the top to find this huge boulder, cracked the way it was.  I didn’t think much more of it at the time.  Recently, while going through my pictures, I re-discovered this photo.  I love it more now than I did then.  Maybe because life was trying to tell me something then, but I just wasn’t listening.

Thank you for taking a look at Heart of Stone!

Poetry “Fires in Life”

Fires in Life

Fires in life will rage, destroying much in their path,

Scorched souls and destruction in the aftermath.

Attacking you from the front with no remorse,

The intentions are known  and with blatant discourse.

It seems too much, too fast, too real,

Picking up what is left of which one must deal.

What was once beauty was erased in a scorching flash,

Consumed by this fire, it is left to ash.

Life has left this place, nothing left to repair,

The spirit is seeming vacant, the ground cold and bare.

But this fire could not consume the soul or resolve,

Life concurs tragedy and begins to evolve.

Fires burn hot, consuming all prey and in time go out,

Erasing what it created, hopelessness and doubt.

Spring rains and warm summer, the seasons they jump,

The spirit of life finds a way to start over, out of a burnt stump.


So many people, no matter where you are from, have struggles that they have to face head on.  These struggles are a lot like a fire.  They sweep in quickly, destroy things in their path, the burn out.  I have had this happen, and I certain it will happen again.  The thing to remember is that a fire is temporary.  Whether we like it or not, the spirit of life will always prevail. That is why I wrote this poem, Fires in Life.

As I stared at this photo, the words just seemed to come to me. I remember snapping it a couple of years ago.

Take care of yourself, and let your spirit guide you. Thank you for taking a look!

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