I don’t think I’ve ever written anything on the 4th of July …

I don’t think I’ve ever written anything on the 4th of July to celebrate the United States of America.


As I’ve been to every state in America except Alaska, done retreats & workshops, and met people all over this beautiful country, I do believe I know it pretty well.


This is the soil I was born out of. The place that shaped and formed me. To not love America, would be to not love myself… and I fully, wholly and completely love myself.

I am deeply grateful for the heartbeat of America and all its brought into this world..


I am grateful for baseball

And those short little jean shorts

Bob Dylan

& cowgirl boots

The banks of the Mississippi River in Memphis

Billy the Kid and Butch Cassidy

Buddy Holly

Walt Whitman, who sang America into mystic, ecstatic exaltation

Chuck Berry

The deep stillness of the gigantic redwood forests in Northern California

Muddy Waters proclaiming he’s a man

Jimi Hendrix lighting his guitar on fire

Elvis shaking his hips

Autumn sunsets in the Appalachian mountains

Bonnie and Clyde

Wild Spring flowers in the stunning Rocky mountains of Colorado

Levi Strauss inventing blue jeans in Old San Francisco

Cold pizza for breakfast on the subway in Brooklyn NY

Amish country in Pennsylvania

A million shimmering stars in the huge evening sky above West Texas

Jack Kerouac somewhere out there still on the road, awakening & restless

Edward Abbey looking out from the mountain top

Aretha Franklin just wants some RESPECT

Marilyn Monroe

Mohammed Ali floating like a butterfly

James Brown

Flannel shirts

Miles Davis

Janis Joplin

Laying in the bright green, morning grass in the suburbs of Virginia

John Coltrane

Sunday morning church & football amidst the cornfields of Nebraska

John Cougar Mellencamp

Tom Petty

The bright lights of 1970’s Las Vegas on a steamy Summer night

Hunter S. Thompson

The Santa Monica Pier

Thousands of Saquaro cactuses in Southern Arizona

The silence of Joshua Tree National Park at midnight


Andy Warhol

Pine trees in North Carolina

Quentin Tarantino

Bourbon St in New Orleans on a humid Friday night

James Dean
Beautiful old live oak trees in Savannah Georgia

Marlon Brando

Babe Ruth calls his shot

Henry David Thoreau meditating on Walden pond in idyllic, rural  Massachusetts

The magical, other worldly landscapes of Southern Utah, Arizona & New Mexico

The Snake River in the Early Spring

The steel mills of Northern Ohio

Dr. Richard Alpert becoming Ram Dass

The Summer of Love

The LA palm trees in the morning twilight on Hollywood blvd

The old cowboys riding underneath the big sky of Wyoming in 1849

Louie Armsrong thinking to himself its a wonderful world

Hamburgers in Kansas City


James Taylor

Quiet Hopi elders with deep wisdom in their eyes

Clint Eastwood

Tacos in San Antonio

Purple Rain

The Badlands of South Dakota

Country roads taking me home in West Virginia


I’m grateful for the truckers

And the artists

And the working class

And the middle class

And the leisure class

And the billionaires

And the homeless

And every ethnicity, shade and color

And every religion

And every sexual orientation

And every political persuasion

From the beaches of the Florida Keys

To the cold Winter forests of Maine

From the surfers still riding the wave in San Diego

To the lush rain forests of Washington State

God bless America!


Are we still the land of the free and the home of the brave?

The answer is up to you.


-Brian Piergrossi

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