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If you are in the USA, and are a senior living alone, here is a program of the Letter Carriers for a friend (your letter carrier) to keep an eye out for unusual accumulations of your mail–it is relatively safe, it seems to me. Worth checking out:
Carrier Alert Program

Call to Jewish – Palestinian dialogue

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There is much good going on in Gaza and elsewhere in the Middle East, and if there is anybody who knows what good is happening, Len and Libby do.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 928

The poetry of your life—
where does it reside?
in sons and daughters
wives and husbands
places we’ve lived
jobs we’ve given up
work which grew us
tasks we were called to
perhaps against our wills
scraps of life
we always meant to put in books
scraps of life only now understood
yesterdays and tomorrows
what about todays?

Please pass it on.

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G*d is—
babies tip-toeing
children fidgeting
adults bantering
silence not so silent
calmness moving
animals accepting
sun setting
winds caressing
all growing
ever changing
meeting
furnace blowing
horns honking
birds winging
deer snorting
sound beneath sounds
scratches on paper
blood pumping
scrap of paper on floor
cancer
hair loss
cough
colors
eyes
noses
ears
hands
feet
gamboling colts
fans starting
watches beeping
people itching
loud sudden noises
whispers
gathering
morning sun
ice cream cones
laughing
singing
tickling
crying
floors
ceilings
chairs
fabrics
mother’s breast
G*d is

:- Doug.

Do we dare live a life human?

:- Doug.

I am on my adventure!

:- Doug.

Van Jones starts chapter 1 of his The Green Collar Economy with a description of how police harassed a group of people who were displaced by Katrina—making the people march miles, shooting over their heads, driving them off with helicopters, taking their meager food from them. They were trying to get to safety, trying to feed and shelter their babies, and the cops were elevating the protection of property and highways and some old ideas of order over the needs of human life. How idiotic! How fearful! Perhaps some arrogance.

How do people get through to people?

Is our society so mired in the order and competition mind-quicksand, that we can no longer find our hearts nor our neighbors?

:- Doug.