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January 02, 2004

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Rose

Kelly, I'm voting for you for "Blog of the Moment"! :D

jaye

Wow! This is my first visit and I want to give you an "Amen, Sister!"

Keep writing and thinking. It is very important.

Cyn

I think this article merits as much attention as it can be given. I'm going to copy it to my site in hopes that a few more people will read it and maybe,just maybe give it some thought.

Thanks Kelly, for this as well as the Land Grab link.

Sallie

WOW! Once again! There is depth behind those words and a lot of reading. Most American's don't think past their refrigerator(over there) and TV. Good for you; YOU passed on a thinking message that most would be scared to think... let alone read.
I wish US(as in U.S.) and you and yours peace!

Kelly

That is a beautiful poem, Rose. Thank you for sharing it.

The reason I feel the need to scream from the rooftops is because it pains me to think of anyone having to suffer. I don't want to see more people under the bridge. I don't want to see my friends, neighbors and fellow citizens standing in line for food. It's scary, but it will be far worse if don't address these issues now.

For the past few years I have felt like I was spinning in circles. I have an extremely eclectic background, but I have felt that everything is for a purpose. I have tried to be aware of my connections with others, the little bits of synchronicity that pop up at strange moments.

Whatever happens, I stil believe in the possibility of a Rennaissance. We can wallow over or losses or move forth in a new direction. The problem is waking up the a population dulled by Prozac and aspartame. We have become passive receptors to pleasure, much like the hollow voices on a laugh track. We must awaken our intuition. We must live more meaningful lives.

I fear for my mom, who has MS and is dependent upon Medicare and Medicaid to pay for her medications. My sister and I support her, but we cannot afford $3500 a month in pills. I worry about Swan and my food bank clients.

The best part about aging is that I feel less need to impress other people. I hope to impress them with my wisdom or art, but if their not interested, I don't take it personally. For the last year or so I have come to realize the power of speaking my mind. It feels good!

Rose

Thank you for your courage to post this... It is a rude awakening, these forecasts and the article by Michael Rivero. I feel something looming on the horizon, as well; it will worsen. I fear for my sisters and their families. I have experienced homelessness, so I'm not as afraid for myself, but I'm afraid for my loved ones.

There is something I could do. "I could act as if everything depended upon me and pray as if everything depended on God."

Live Each Day

Live each day to the fullest.
Get the most from each hour, each day,
and each age of your life.
Then you can look forward with confidence,
and back without regrets.

Be yourself - but be your best self.
Dare to be different
and to follow your own star.

And don't be afraid to be happy.
Enjoy what is beautiful.
Love with all your heart and soul.
Believe that those you love,
love you.

When you are faced with decisions,
make that decision as wisely as possible -
then forget it.
The moment of absolute certainty
never arrives.

And above all else, remember that
God helps those who help themselves.
Act is everything depended upon you,
and pray as if everything depended upon God.

~ S. H. Payer

I think I will from now on. It is time to cut the umbilical cord and grow up.

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