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Steadfast

We do our work with happy hearts. We will not be bullied, and we will not back down. Creator put us on this Mother Earth, and our simple steadfast survival is proof that we are wanted. We have joy as we continue.

New Blossoms on a strong long vine

Each day is a new mystery, full of wonder and surprise. I walk this city, always surprised at how tough Mother nature refuses to die under concrete. Jewish law is upheld in our lovely little borough, and Irish, south american, Hindu and south east asian, caribbean and african neighbors- we all live here together in what will always be Indigenous territory. My child planted tomatoes from the seeds on his dinner plate. He watered them every day at the kitchen window, saying: "I love you tomatoes! grow! grow!!" Now the yellow blossoms are bearing gorgeous red fruit for our dinner plate again. Each fruit having new seeds for new vines. They are continuing like we do, on and on into the mysterious new evening and our seed dreams of tomorrow. I have been blessed to know brilliant scientists, and brilliant farmers both, singing brilliant songs as we continue into all the good that is to be.

Mike Pahios, Presente!

Mike Pahios, Presente! It has been 6 years, and I will never find another Graphics man like you, or a true blue friend to humanity. Who other than you takes a vacation to go and ease human suffering? A man with such a heart- it is cruel irony that your heart could ever stop. Presente.

Little Love Stories that Make up our Lives

Little Love Stories that Make up our Lives

For the Love of a Man, for the Love of a mother’s heart,

for every child born to be a new little leaf sprouting on the family tree of our family forests,

this story is for you. This story is of the love that called you here. Love is what we are.

Love is what we will forever be, and we are free.

Free in our hearts, free in our memories, free in our aspirations.

Is it not a love story for humanity causing us to grow peace in our hearts,

grow new children in our wombs, and build bridges for peace into the forever beyond?

It is our love for you generations yet unborn inspiring us to build sustainable peace, and we do not give up a long as we live.

We do this for the love of you.

excerpt from "The Little Love Stories that Make up our Lives"

How do we come back to the land of the living and leave behind our memories of the dead? Because we must. The dead live and dance and laugh only in our memories, and our responsibility is to live joyfully and keep the goal of a just society. The dead give us no comfort except in the fact that they did live, they did laugh, they were of soft permeable flesh, and brilliant. Presente.

I will never forget you. I will not speak of you. You must rest, and I must work. I miss you madly.