We are alive at one of the most destabilizing times in our National and International communities, and for many in our personal close to home lives. But I believe that the cumulative counter forces of truth and reason will prevail even if it might be too late to reverse climate change or restore our overburdened planet. It's never too late to step into the sphere of human consciousness to vote with every action and thought for what we most desire. It's never too late to be kind, to forgive and carry on, to stand firmly on the side of the abused and oppressed or to expose and resist tyranny.
https://youtu.be/L5rcrsCVbXw ~*~ On January the 20th I will be celebrating my Seventy Fifth year and if I'm well enough, I'll be standing on the steps of the New York City Public library with Activists, Poets and Writers who stand for much of what is also in my heart.
It begins 5:30—6:30pm 476 5th Ave, New York, NY 10018 FREE AND OPEN TO THE PUBLIC
"One year after our inaugural Writers Resist event, PEN America joins
dozens of artists, arts organizations, and advocacy groups staging
public events on Art Action Day. We'll host a sundown reading on the
steps of the New York Public Library featuring literary texts that
radically reimagine community and mutual aid in the face of xenophobia,
hatred, and threats to our sense of truth. Our exciting and growing
lineup so far includes André Aciman, Tina Chang, Álvaro Enrigue, Justin
Vivian Bond, George Emilio Sanchez, Anne Waldman, and others reading
from the work of Gloria Anzaldúa, James Baldwin, Joy Harjo, and many
more. Join us as we assemble to energize our community action and
coalition building for the year ahead." I was there last year as well and blogged about it included is a full video of the event Here https://mscomfortzone.blogspot.com/2017/01/writers-resist.html ~*~
"August"This cloth lived here for awhile on loan a year or so ago,Then went back to it's maker, Grace Forest in New Mexico.Today it was returned to me as a gift. ~*~ Hand written letter
12. 16. 2017
"The drive took hours - Straight through, stopping only for gas. Smooth, arriving here, pulling the horse trailer up, then the Doe boat - positioning them, making a passage way out and into the gates with cattle prod. They F L O W E D out, into this Forest ---as if it were completely foreordained. Tay runs FREE. Tazmeena is spending her days just inside the travel trailer...so far. -
Today is a week! We are still figuring out, heat, running water. There are leaks, drained batteries, etc. but we make headway.
More--there are walks down into the forest with goats and Tay, kids and us. A whirl of Intention.This place is so Beyond Beauty Full. A real Forest. beauty-full and Full of Love. I am SO glad we had the courage. Blog it if you can and Love to all there. Peace Be."
Mailing Address Grace Maestas P.O. Box 968 Oroville, California 95965 Oroville California Oroville is positioned off of Highway 70 and
is in close proximity to Highway 99, which connects Butte County with
Interstate 5, which travels the length of California. Oroville is approximately 65 miles north of Sacramento, the California State Capitol. Oroville is a good 2.5 hours from the San Francisco Bay Area and Reno. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oroville,_California
Sung by Dougie MacLean, "Auld Lang Syne" is a Scots poem written by Robert Burns in 1788 and
set to the tune of a traditional folk song. It is well known in many
countries, especially (but far from exclusively) in the English-speaking
world; its traditional use being to celebrate the start of the New Year
at the stroke of midnight.
Posted last year, I've altered the title to post again. It's a film worth seeing with a message even more relevant today.
George McWhirter Fotheringay, while vigorously asserting the
impossibility of miracles, suddenly discovers that he can perform them.
After being thrown out of a bar for what is thought to be a trick, he
tests his powers and eventually sends a policeman to Hades by accident.
Worried, he sends the police officer to San Francisco, and seeks advice
from the local clergyman, Mr Maydig. Maydig, after having Fotheringay's
powers demonstrated to him, quickly planning for reform of the world by
means of miracle, but eventually Fotheringay orders a miracle which, due
to clumsy wording, backfires. What follows is a miraculous H.G/ Wells fantasy classic.
Prewar, floor to ceiling iron heat pipes tap-tap hot air rising from basement to sixth floor in this hundred-plus year old building and throughout the apartment I've occupied since 1969. A cadmium-battery driven clock click-clacks as it's second hand crosses a brown spotted cow and an English sheep, then a hefty pig in a meadow printed on it's face marked "The Kent, Greenwood, London", unaware of the irony of hanging on a plaster and lathe wall in Manhattan instead of the butcher shoppe it was designed to advertise.
Grey daylight has broken through the dark. We are in between Christmas and the New Year. Many tenants are away for the week and it's not as noisy in my neighborhood either. Discarded fir trees have begun appearing curbside. Bitter Winter has set in with a seriousness that weather is good at. No snow here but plenty elsewhere.
Orders to pick up homeless multitudes and 'escort' them to shelters most would rather avoid have been issued from the official chambers of our City Government. I have slept in two hour stretches through the night in a warm bed, returning to it often today as I will soon again.
If you have never heard or
read Grace Paley or if you have, here she is reincarnate
for thirteen and a half minutes of sheer delight with this priceless
Christmas story to add to your holiday regulars.