My Tale from MacBeth

From whence deep within my soul

I found the understanding for bearing upon my offspring

All the pangs of greatness.

For without it they would become the mere grimacing image of what life had

Truly not offered them.

For them

I wish not even one child who could say that the day could pass

Without the nights rest of mind

And the tremoring beliefs of unanswered prayers

 Would leave them

Still and Free – For this would be a lie.

This is what became of my thoughts as I came to know MacBeth, for through MacBeth’s life I saw a man of great distilled beliefs. He wished so much to find the victory and stillness that would lie just around the corner of his unfound good history. As his mind placed actions into his very own hands, he wrote this endless torment of his life.

On the contrary, Banquo’s life seemed to be one that would find his core beliefs rising and giving him strength to what was right and still; even learning not to entertain the minds play while being placed right at the center of madness. Was he faithful? I believe so. He hung to that which he knew to be right for his life and the life of his son. He allowed his own actions to be written upon his child’s very life.

It was through these two characters that I have had an awakening of responsibility as to my own parenting. What goes out from me becomes the power of strength for good to be found within the capabilities of my children. I want to teach that victory and peace comes from halting the entertaining of numbing ambitions. If allowed, our minds will take in our surroundings and we will begin to paint our own history through our own hands.

Is it enough to just keep struggling to make corrects choices while being encircled by madness? No, we must stand strong, confident and with our eyes focused ahead, clearing away those poisons that infect our souls and spill over to those who stand nearest to us, thus becoming that which we would never want for our children to become.  Remember that a comfort with normality will dampen our growth and greatness for victory.

I found in the very nature of Banquo, that once un-virtuous actions began to surface around him he turned and walked away, taking with him his dignity and legacy.

And I wondered if one day my children might look upon my life as one who could stop and pause so that the actions of my hands were worthy of their revering; leaving imprinted deep within them capabilities to write their own actions within their children that would leave a legacy -still and free.

By

Taundra Shelton