We are the Ones

We Have Been Waiting For 

Resistance is The Secret of Joy 

from the novel: Possessing the Secret of Joy

How to read this page:  The Spanish translation, by Cuban poet Manuel Verdecia, will usually appear shortly after the English post. Scroll down to other, earlier entries in English and Spanish.  Amanda Navarro is webmaster. 

 

JULY

There is always a spirit that the people, and ancestors, send to us to show us who we are, where we have been, and what is of value to our continuing journey. This beautiful book of love and loss is a mirror we might look into during this trackless time. I love it; and it is worthy of love. Long live Sicily and East Texas.~Aw

Siempre hay un espíritu que las personas y los antepasados, nos envían para mostrarnos quiénes somos, adónde hemos estado y cuál es el valor de nuestro
continuo viaje. Este hermoso libro de amor y pérdida es un espejo en el que podemos mirarnos en este tiempo indefinible. Me encanta y es digno de nuestro amor. Viva Siciliana y el este de Texas.~ AW/MV

 

 

                  One enlightened teacher is worth more than all the warmongering chieftains who’ve ever lived. ~AW

Un maestro ilustrado es más valioso que todos los jefes guerreristas que en
toda la vida hayan existido.~AW/MV

 

The World Rising

©2017 by Alice Walker

 

The world rising
Can put an end
To anything:
The murder of children
Whales
Elephants
Oceans.
Get up.  Roll over
On that part
Of you
That will not
Welcome
Recognize
Encourage
Or even see
Our rise.
A compassionate roll:
We must be done
With cruelty
Especially to ourselves,
To start again
Beaming like the sun;
Fresh.
But a roll that shows
We’ve reached the end
Of polite moves
To repair and re-create the Earth,
And will press hard
On any parts of us
Even those we have loved,
That insist
On remaining
Oblivious
And
Asleep.

From Taking The Arrow Out of the Heart, poems. 2018 by Alice Walker

 

 

MAY

George Floyd Protest Minneapolis 2020-05-29 Alice Walkers Garden More to come. Yes. ~AW

 

THE BITTER POETRY OF AMERICA

“Mama”by George Floyd

These are the last words of George Floyd, a 46-year-old man who died as a US police officer pinned him down, kneeling on his neck for almost nine minutes:

“It’s my face man
I didn’t do nothing serious man
please
please
please I can’t breathe
please man
please somebody
please man
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
please
(inaudible)
man can’t breathe, my face
just get up
I can’t breathe
please, a knee on my neck
I can’t breathe
shit
I will
I can’t move
mama
mama
I can’t
my knee
my neck
I’m through
I’m through
I’m claustrophobic
my stomach hurt
my neck hurts
everything hurts
some water or something
please
please
I can’t breathe officer
don’t kill me
they’re gonna kill me, man
come on man
I cannot breathe
I cannot breathe
they’re gonna kill me
they’re gonna kill me
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
please sir
please
please
please I can’t breathe”

Then his eyes shut and the pleas stop. George Floyd was pronounced dead shortly after.

Right now, we have a choice. This can just be one more tragic death at the hands of US police — or the moment for change.

-AVAAZ

See earlier poem: “Gather” on blog: re: police murder of Eric Garner. Who also said “I can’t breathe.”  Can we?

 

La Amarga Peosía De América 

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A Poem from Cuba:

A BOOT ON A THROAT
By Manuel Garcia Verdecia
For George Floyd

A boot is a sign
Of man’s intelligence
To create all that eases his life.
But a boot on a throat
Is not just an object
Out of place and function.
A boot on a throat
Is not a stumble by mistake
Is not just a rough sport move
Or a bad taste practical joke.A boot on a throat
Is well thought harm,
Is the rebirth of the beast sleeping in man,
It’s evil unleashed at its free will
Suffocating our dignity,
Stamping on our hopes,
Smashing the intelligence
That makes boots and
Every thing that is human.

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Una Bota En La Garganta

 

 

  Alice Walker, moon shoes, fly.  Early 90s.

Photo by Jean Weisinger

 

It Is Long, It is Repetitive
©2020   by Alice Walker

As much as we might like to imagine
We will come back as a flower
Chances are, many of us
Are bound to come back
As flies.

We have annihilated so many,
Nor have we noticed sufficiently
The gossamer loveliness
Of their wings.

But come back we will;
(it isn’t even as if we ever go anywhere);
And that alone is why
We should abuse nothing.

Those ancient Indigenous
Who never disturbed any thing
Had the right idea,
Though most of us were born
Too late
And in far too un-awakened places
To benefit from this wisdom.

And so are left unaware.

Chewing the tobacco
That might have been
A grandmother.

Logging the tree
We will become.

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Es Largo, Es Reiterativo

 

 

Let Me Take the Blame

©2020 by Alice Walker

Let me take the blame;
I have learned
I can carry it.
Soon we will both
Be going
Without luggage
To the Far country
Of Different Realities;
So far
We may meet
Once more
Only in our dreams.
And will we dream there?
Let me take the blame.

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Dejen Que Carque Con La Culpa

© Alice Walker 2020

Deja que cargue con la culpa
me he dado cuenta de
que puedo llevarla.
Pronto ambos
estaremos partiendo
sin equipaje
al lejano país
de realidades distintas.
Por lo visto
podremos encontrarnos
una vez más
solo en nuestros sueños.
¿Y soñaremos allí?
Deja que cargue con la culpa.

 

 

100 Voices Strong

Dr. Rashid Buttar Hosts a Doctor’s COVID-19 Roundtable

For most of us, medical language might as well be Greek.  We can be told almost anything and have no idea what it really is that we are being told.  Our ignorance is both embarrassing and irrational.  After all, we place ourselves and our loved ones in the care of individuals we, for the most part, do not even know.  I appreciate listening to Dr. Buttar because he takes pains to explain mysteries of the body and of viruses and of language that most of us never thought we’d ever have to think about. Our trust in the expertise of “professionals” being as complete as it is, far too often, misplaced.  I have acquaintances who do not want to listen to this Doctor.  Their minds are made up; they believe every word they have been told, by complete strangers.  I am thankful for my love of hearing what else is to be said.  About anything.~aw

 

 

 

 

When I finished listening to John Redding Goes To Sea, the first story in HITTING A STRAIGHT LICK WITH A CROOKED STICK, a collection of mostly urban short stories by Zora Neale Hurston, I burst into tears.  I’m easy to cry, as we said in the South when I was a child, and being easy to cry made me know early on how many varying and different emotions can be expressed in tears: sorrow, yes, but also joy, gratitude, delight and triumph.  I thought: Aunjanue Ellis, who is reading these stories, is doing so perfectly.  Which then led me into thoughts of: perhaps that is what love is. Perfection.  And then, perhaps that is the only perfect thing. Love.  I also thought: I bet she went to some very proper schools, too, and yet, here she is, able to sound like she never went, well, nowhere.  But Eatonville, Florida.

I thought of all of us who have loved Zora back into the world and hugged us all, pandemic or no pandemic.  Hugging must never be abandoned.  We must learn all we can to be sure it is not being stolen from us, another of our beautiful natural rights.~AW

DANDO UN GOLPE RECTO CON UN PALO TORCIDO en español

 

 

 

 

Original Mothers’ Day:
the result of the flowering of consciousness. ~aw

 

Heather Cox Richardson

May 10

 2020

If you google the history of Mother’s Day, the internet will tell you that Mother’s Day began in 1908 when Anna Jarvis decided to honor her mother. But “Mothers’ Day”—with the apostrophe not in the singular spot, but in the plural—actually started in the 1870s, when the sheer enormity of the death caused by the Civil War and the Franco-Prussian War convinced American women that women must take control of politics from the men who had permitted such carnage. Mothers’ Day was not designed to encourage people to be nice to their mothers. It was part of women’s effort to gain power to change modern society.

The Civil War years taught naïve Americans what mass death meant in the modern era. Soldiers who had marched off to war with fantasies of heroism discovered that long-range weapons turned death into tortured anonymity. Men were trampled into blood-soaked mud, piled like cordwood in ditches, or transformed into emaciated corpses after dysentery drained their lives away.

The women who had watched their men march off to war were haunted by its results. They lost fathers, husbands, sons. The men who did come home were scarred in body and mind.

Modern war, it seemed, was not a game.

But out of the war also came a new sense of empowerment. Women had bought bonds, paid taxes, raised money for the war effort, managed farms, harvested fields, worked in war industries, reared children, and nursed soldiers. When the war ended, they had every intention of continuing to participate in national affairs. But the Fourteenth Amendment, which established that African American men were citizens, did not include women. (A brilliant example of divide and rule. ~AW). In 1869, women organized the National American Woman’s Suffrage Association and the American Woman’s Suffrage Association to promote women’s right to have a say in American government…

…Read full writing, May 9, 2020 (Saturday) Mother’s Day 

~ El Día De Las Madres Original: resulto del florecimiento de la conciencia ~ aw ~~

 

 

 Spilling beans and cans of worms. Goddess bless the stubborn.~AW

Also: A fascinating and vital interview with Dr. Judy Mikovits on London Real:

About half way through there’s the query “What are we to do with the blacks?” in the context of vaccines and autism in children. All of this interview is necessary information, but this aside is worth following up. Have black children been deliberately targeted, via vaccines, in America, as well as in Africa?

I should not care, I suppose, that Dr. Shiva Ayyadurai and Dr.Rashid Buttar, and Dr. Vandana Shiva, are brown.  (Please Google) But I do care primarily because it is a delight to hear news that deeply matters from the part of humanity that is rarely listened to. The “colored” part.  We are usually just dragged along to our doom: wars,  enslavement, chemical experiments, loss of health and housing etc., as if we are the same as other “dumb” creatures of earth who neither speak nor have opportunity to resist. (Video removed.)

Listening to these three is an extraordinary experience.  Brilliance is beautiful in itself, but coupled with courage it is irresistible.

Both Drs. Ayyadurai and Buttar voted for Donald Trump, which raises the grownup question:  What impact if any does this have on their Science?  I discovered Dr. Buttar on YouTube but he may have been removed. Try London Real if you cannot find him there.   He is a remarkable teacher with a passionate intent to bring us up to speed on our own health. He feels exactly like a relative.

 

 

Why we love Her.

 ~Photo by Jean Weisinger

 

APRIL

Vandana Shiva, one of the most essential teachers of our time, speaks to the world of what is most essential:  our survival as human beings on this planet. Search out her wisdom everywhere. Books, Google, Youtube, etc. You will be amazed and strengthened by what she knows, and does. She appears to understand Bill Gates and others that we need to study, better than, or as well as, anyone. Particularly in the realm of how we are to sustain our lives if we do not control the production of the food we eat. Get to know seeds.

 

 

Watch if you love trees.

This video was removed for reasons unknown: PLANET OF THE HUMANS by director Jeff Gibbs and producer Michael Moore.  It should be searched for; demanded, found.

 

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Not From Here

From Chitauri Blues, a work in progress

©2019 by Alice Walker

 

Anybody who despises elephants except for their tusks
is not from here.
Anybody who decapitates mountains
is not from here.

Anybody who assassinates
rivers, oceans,
and the air,
is not from here.

Anybody who “disappears” continents
of buffalo
and foxes, turtles and rain forests
oil, gold, diamonds
and sandalwood
is not from here.

You can sleep on
if you like.

But this is the easiest way
to tell
who is not Earthling.

Continue Reading full poem, Not From Here From Chitauri Blues, a work in progress

 

 

Meditating in Place

Pema Chodron

Pema Chodron

The instruction is to stay in the present. Don’t get caught up in hopes of what you’ll achieve and how good your situation will be some day in the future. What you do right now is what matters.~ Pema Chodron

This advice from master teacher Pema Chodron is good medicine for this fraught time, especially at night, when you are trying to sleep.  What are you trying to do?  Sleep.  Instead the mind is on how many prisoners are dying in all the prisons of the world, as a plague descends on the land, and every thought we have is of how impossible it is for most humans to flee. Whether imprisoned or not.  Or maybe only “imprisoned” in our houses.

Meditation is a great gift to human beings, and I was especially grateful to have its instruction in the middle of the night last night, as I, along with millions of others, tossed and turned.  So here is brief instruction that works:

Although formal sitting meditation requires a certain posture: sitting on a cushion, a firm or fairly firm one, if you can get it, and propping up your crossed knees on slightly softer ones, and placing your open palms on your knees, relaxing your body and your posture, especially your neck, which will help even out your breathing, there are times when you will absolutely not want to do this.  Such was the case last night.

There I was, around four o’clock, having meditated formally if briefly earlier in the evening, wide awake and miserable.  Scenes of horror, suffering, sorrow and panic a ceaseless loop in my distressed mind.  But then I recalled how a friend who had spent months in bed after surgery had informed me that she regularly meditated while lying down. A purist – or simply a rigid person – I couldn’t quite imagine it. But last night became my baptism.

Lying there, flat on my back, with my knees over a pillow and my head and neck resting comfortably on another, and yes, my tiny dog snuggled close for warmth, (in formal meditation the instruction is for animals not to be around) I began to breathe. Which is to say, to breathe knowingly, with full awareness of my breath.

And in this wretched “pandemic” how precious mere breathing has become!

Over decades I have tried out many a mantra.  For years my favorite mantra (you’re actually not supposed to share your mantra, someone told me, but personally I believe sharing is the answer to almost everything) was “In Peace.”  Breathing in on “In” and breathing out on “Peace.” But I’ve discovered that the mantra I was originally taught, “Om Nama Shivaya”- which I translate as “I bow to our inner light”- (sorry, purists) is superior.  Those ancient meditators in India knew that inhaling this sound means sending breath into every crevice of the lungs, as “In Peace,” does not.  Ah, the things we learn over years of practice!  Imagine what we’d learn if we all practiced kindness.

When one is new to Meditation there is simply amazement at how easily and frequently the mind strays! It does not like to stay put.  Anywhere!  It likes to roam, zig-zag, strut, ponder and dissect. Calmness seems a foreign notion.  Hence, the mantra. Lying there, comfy, cozy with my tiny symbol of all Creation, I let go of chasing it,(my mind, not my dog!) turning instead to my mantra: Om- Na- Ma- Shivaya. Over and over I brought my mantra to face my mind’s distraction(s), until it seemed to catch on.

Oh, I imagine my mind finally saying to itself, we’re not getting away with rambling tonight! And that was true.  It wasn’t.  And so, it was many hours later, in the encouraging brightness of morning, that I discovered my mind and I had eventually enjoyed a great night’s sleep.

If we have hundreds and thousands of thoughts, life becomes restless and unhappy.  Freeing the mind from thoughts is the real meditation. Karunamayi, considered to be an incarnation of the goddess Saraswati.  From WISE WORDS: Perennial Wisdom from the New Dimensions Radio Series, Interviews hosted by Michael Toms; Edited by Mary Buckley. Bowing.~aw

We will get through this time of sorrow. But in order not to repeat it (endlessly) we must awaken and change. I am for us.  Most days.

 

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Brian Rose

We are the ones we have been waiting for… Our “weapons” of engagement: courage and humility. Love. With these, especially love, as Sister Aretha Franklin sings, we can wholly embody holiness, and with these, our mantras of mass instruction, we can rock the foundations of the world. Simulated or not. ~AW

Witness:  London Real/David Icke April 6, 2020. If possible, think of it as learning.

 

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Happy Birthday (April 1st) to the beautiful Grandmother Griot and Wise Woman of East Bay Church of Religious Science: Dr. Elouise Oliver.  We adore you. ~AW 

 

Website:  https://elouiseoliver.com 

 

 

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In 1452, Pope Nicolas V issued the papal bull Romanus Pontifex, declaring war against all non-Christians throughout the world, to “capture, vanquish, and subdue the Saracens, pagans and other enemies of Christ,” to “put them into perpetual slavery,” and to “take all their possessions and property.”

Preface to GRANDMOTHERS WISDOM: REVERENCE FOR ALL LIFE

I embrace you as beautiful relatives of the world. I offer you an open hand to show that I greet you in peace.

I come from a culture that has been on this North American continent since time immemorial, surviving and thriving despite many hardships and challenges. Over the ages, simple and fundamental truths have supported our survival that I think are relevant more than ever today for society at large. Principles of humility and making decisions with the consideration of seven generations might seem basic and easy to take for granted. Our heartfelt efforts have been focused on the basic call to consciousness: We are all related. This is based on the principles of interconnectedness and humility. It is precisely these principles that need to be integrated into our lives in a deeper way. Everything is my relative. This helps us to see the value in each person and each living thing.

We have an everyday existence, with family, tribal community, and our spiritual and earth-based practices with the lands, medicines, language, and ceremonial ways of prayer. The council Grandmothers have commemorated our existence by traveling the world, visiting each of our sister Grandmothers’ home country. We celebrate that accomplishment.

By stepping forward between and within cultures and languages, we can overcome boundaries. We can cross borders not only geographically but also psychologically and spiritually. If we were to look at Earth from two hundred miles up in space, we would see that divisions do not exist, and it is very clear that we are one family on Mother Earth. This simple point of view could guide us to act in a way that is life-sustaining, and our worldview would be more open and inclusive. We would listen more and have greater patience in finding solutions.

It has been a long journey that continues in our everyday life. Now is the time of awakening, where we become aware of our fundamental relationship to one another and most important, of our existence in this world.

The Grandmothers Council celebrated its tenth anniversary in October 2014. Through prayers, spiritual and social action, we have worked tirelessly for peace, respect for nature, conservation, and recovery of ancestral traditions, our traditional medicines and the preservation of our cultures. In our villages, towns, and cities, we are spiritual activists, medicine women, tribal elders, and advocates for sustaining earth-based ways of life. As individuals, each of us is recognized for our work to preserve our traditions and indigenous cultures.

We are certain we will see concrete results of our actions and our collective intent to unify. We continue to carry forward the message of our elders: Respect for the natural laws for all of life.

Grandmother Mona Polacca

Prefacio a SABIDURÍA DE LAS ABUELAS: REVERENCIA ANTE TODA VIDA, Abuela Mona Polacca

 

 

MARCH

Poster Yellow background illustration of Michael Moore

Listen to Ep. 57: EMERGENCY PODCAST SYSTEM —
Kill Bill from RUMBLE with MICHAEL MOORE in Podcasts.

 

 

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flowers in vase

I Am Not Waiting

©2020 by Julia Fuhrman Davis

I am not Waiting
I am not waiting until social distancing is
over
I am not waiting until Ohio’s “Stay at Home”
order is lifted
I am not waiting until I can teach yoga
classes in person, instead of
on conference calls
I am not waiting until I can give massages
again
I am not waiting until Bernie is president
I am not waiting until we have free health
care, free education, a Green
New Deal, prison reform, immigration
reform, public financing for campaigns,
mail-in voting, sanity or peace ……….
I am not waiting until my son forgives me
I am not waiting until my seeds sprout
I AM NOT WAITING to BE HAPPY!

from the mid west

 

 


News We Can Use.

 

 

Bilquis Bano and Devaki Jain, India. 2020. The beautiful season of saying no.

Photo by: Supriya Sharma, editor of SCROLL an online newspaper

Bilquis Bano and Devaki Jain, India. 2020. The beautiful season of saying no.

“This woman, Bilquis Bano, leads the resistance, the sit in. She may look like an unlikely candidate, but she led the 3 member delegation to the Governor, explaining their cause.

We are the warriors, and no one shall stop us.” ~Devaki Jain

 

 

 

The coronavirus 2020

WHAT WOULD MY MOTHER ADVISE:  PRAY.

That we show up as best we can through this and all emergencies and disasters. That we hold dear our much valued, by all our ancestors, humanity. That we never forget to value our humility, our ancestors, our friends and beloved ones, who count on us to embody the best that can be mustered in the most distressing and trying of times. To remember our blessings, the goodness of Life that we have enjoyed. That we make peace with our experiences and our souls. That we face whatever is to be faced with gratitude for what has already been received.  ~Alice Walker 

The virus itself is of stunning beauty; like so much on this rare planet. While seeking to avoid it, may we acknowledge its mystery.  And may the wild animals, caught, tortured and caged, who have allegedly served as vehicles to bring the virus to humans, be freed and never, in any way, degraded again. Humans will have no peace, and will deserve none, until we accept responsibility for their liberation. ~AW

See: 60 Minutes Australia for a look at the so-called “wet markets.” Note especially the animal considered the most hunted in the world whose only defense when attacked is to curl itself into a ball. Note also that it is exquisite. And extremely aware. What is her name for herself? We can only wonder.

 

Lo Que Aconsejaría Mi Madre: Oren

 

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Mexican Women Stay Home To Protest Femicides In ‘A Day Without Us’

Today The Women of Mexico

©2020 by Alice Walker

 

Today the women of Mexico
Who produce everything,
As women produce
Everything in the human
World,
Having produced
Every human;
Are standing in their kitchens,
Livingrooms,
Bedrooms,
Sitting on their porches,
Stoops,
In their yards
And behind their computers
And steering wheels
And saying hell no,
I won’t go,
To the jobs
They are expected to fill
After crossing a zone
Of terror
Of possible beatings
And killings
To get to them.

It is a tragedy
What is happening to Mexico
This beautiful country
That I love;
That I can hardly think about
Without weeping in memory
Of some kindness
Done to me.
A smile from an old man
Generous with his eyes;
A free tortilla from a mother of twins
Who laughs to think I came
Into her shop
To purchase only ten.

Wake up, Beloved Country.
Wake up, Mexico!

Join the women
In the fight to be free again.
Free of drugs, free of fear.
Free of machismo on acid
That rots more than teeth.
This assault on the feminine
Is an assault on the masculine
Woman born:

Remember your beauty
So obvious in your children;
Give them the example
Of Mexican soul
Generations of strangers
Have for centuries admired.
Come back to who you really are:

You are beloved, Mexico.
And you are drowning in horrors
Not natural to you.

Soul lost harms the Universe.
Who loses?
All of us.

 

LAS MUJERES MEXICANAS PERMANECEN EN CASA PARA PROTESTAR CONTRA LOS FEMINICIDIOS EN “UN DÍA SIN NOSOTRAS”  9 de marzo de 20206: 40 PM ET

 

 

FEBRUARY

MY SISTER OF THE WHITE FLOWERS

©2020 by Alice Walker

Every turn around the sun,
Every year on the date of my birth,
No matter where I am
And usually it is the same place,
Wherever I can worship in sunshine,
My gracious Sister of the White Flowers
Finds me.
I look up from whatever Wonder
Is holding me fast,
And there is someone at my gate.
They are holding a bouquet
Of white flowers.
Calla lilies
Frida’s lily,
As I think of  them.

It has been years
Since I saw my Sister…

Continue reading, MY SISTER OF THE WHITE FLOWERSMI HERMANA DE LAS FLORES BLANCAS

 

 

How moving to see an awakened human who cares. We might all achieve this expression of concern that leads to action.  What can each of us do? Like any substance abuser, we are addicted. I have started by talking to a friend from Alcoholics Anonymous, an organization I admire and respect: how can we learn to protect ourselves? We might begin by learning all we can about the accelerated dangers to the planet of 5-G. It is chilling to realize the danger discussed in the video is closer upon us – since many of us are wearing it -than global annihilation by climate. 

Imagine that we are in a global classroom, which, thanks to our dangerous gadgets, is possible to construct. Someone who cares is asking us a simple question: What is the connection between 5-G, AI, and our brain? Is there a human future where these connect?~AW

 

Bob Marley 2 panel photo playing guitar concert up close smiling happy beautiful long dreads

Bob Nesta Marley.  February 6, 1945

Dear Bob,
I have been to Nine Miles,
the place nine miles
from anywhere;
the place where you were born.
Years have passed and still it remains
a mystery;
how you sang your way
out of there.  Your crypt
when last I visited
the nicest dwelling.
How mysterious
are our escapes
from anywhere
one might think
would hold us down.
It is the spirit
that can not be
refuses to be
destroyed, or even
maimed.  And so, little curly headed
half-caste (so they referred sometimes
to you): you remain beloved,
unforgettable,
an ignited light of spirit
for all the generations
of loving rebels
to claim.  To learn
from your exuberant example
that the determined soul
will find the broken link
in every chain.

Thank you for the beautiful gift of your life.

-Alice Walker, Feb.6, 2020

>> Bob Nesta Marley. 6 de febrero de 1945<<

 

 

JANUARY

Alice and Native Youth

America Never Was America to Me... Langston Hughes.

The Red and the Black:  Alice and Native Youth

Intertribal Friendship House, Oakland, California, Fall 2019 Photo by Ester Hernandez

RUNNING FOR OUR LIVES: THE RACE FOR LEADERSHIP OF THE UNFREE WORLD

                                                                               ©2020 by Alice Walker

Trevor Noah’s last name is rarely used by those who admire him.  “Noah” suggests someone who, in times of possible world annihilation,  endeavors to encourage our awareness of the situation and to bring some of us along. From all accounts the present day “flood” is upon us.

My own view of how far the present political structure is likely to take us can be found on a Youtube video called Earth At Risk. I think it is doomed to be dysfunctional, and have yet to observe, or to study, any period in history, when it has been run to the benefit of all of us. If it had, we’d be a healthy, confident, well educated, well fed and housed populace. We’d be like, for instance, Finland.

However, looking over the candidates running for the job of president this year – and it is a job, not a knighthood or kingship- we see some truly interesting possibilities. It is hard not to like people who genuinely care about us, no matter how unlikely it is that their dreams for our progress will come true. So I woke up this morning, having watched numerous interviews Trevor conducted with presidential contenders on The Daily Show, thinking about who appeals to me. …

Continue reading, RUNNING FOR OUR LIVES: The Race for Leadership in an Unfree World 

 

 

January 15, 1929 Is A Sacred Date

©2020 by Alice Walker

This is what I believe:
We are connected
Well before birth
To the date of our actual
Arrival.
Arriving at that date and time
Is crucial to who we become.
Martin, Beloved,
They have moved your date of birth
As if it is meaningless.
It is tied now to a week-end
Of leisure; when
Exhausted revelers
And servants
May have a holiday.
There are many ways to sever us
From our native power:
Changing consciousness
About when we were born
Is one of them.
I call on all who love and loved you
To honor you on your own day.
That is where the energy was
That is when  the magic powers
From we know not where
Poured into your life.
January 15, 1929 is a sacred date.
The Universe  aligned with powerful forces
To make a visit to Atlanta, Georgia
And to your mother’s
Expectant bedside and womb
Only on that day.

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15 De Enero De 1929, Una Fecha Sagrada

 

Altar collaboration: A.Walker and J.Weisinger

2020 HARD TIMES REQUIRE MORE FURIOUS DANCING- 

Video of our

Oakland Sailboat House 2019

 

 

 

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