Donald

I am grateful to say my next book event will be at masters mana. Masters mana is a local food pantry that offers hope to so many. The goal is to fill the shelves and offer services to people like Donald.

This is Donald.

Donald is an elderly man who lived out of his car.

I remember Donald well, he would walk the streets of Wallingford offering to clean windows and anything that he could use a sponge for. In return all he asked for was a meal.

Months back I had the privilege of talking with Donald at a local laundry mat. He was standing on the curb asking passer buyers if he could clean their car windows or carry in laundry for $1, he wanted enough to earn a meal.

I let him take my clothes in and we sat and talked.

Some people were fairly disgusted with me because of his condition and the smell. Most of the people in the laundry mat thought he was an addict, alcoholic, lazy and someone who wanted a hand out. None of these people took the time to talk to him though just assumed they knew.

I took Donald outside because it was fairly uncomfortable for everyone.

Donald told me how he lost everything due to medical issues, lost his shelter and has no family. Eventually he was forced to live out of his car.

The system that he had worked to support failed him and left him stranded.

I gave him $5 to eat and wished him well.

I haven’t seen Donald in about 2 years and had always wondered what happened to him. The last I heard he was hospitalized but was later released.

Walking through masters mana I noticed Donald’s picture and I had asked what happened to him.

Gail explained how Donald was one of their success stories.

Donald was assigned a conservator and is now in a small apartment, and off the streets thanks to all the work masters mana has done.

Masters mana isn’t just about feeding those struggling and offering basic necessities. Masters mana is also about building success stories such as Donald’s.

Most understand that in today’s economy everyone being squeezed by their own leaders are only

a medical,

a loss of a job,

injury at work

(and other circumstances that aren’t always within our control),

paycheck away from losing everything.

This is hope…

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Quiet echos

Just opened the mail to find a copy of my first published book, “quiet echos.”

I need to proof read and make sure everything is okay, then the release date for the book on Amazon.

Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me and encouraged me throughout this whole journey!!

Possible publisher

Some good news from a possible publisher.

Emily Hitchcock CEO of Boyle & Dalton has reviewed some of my work found on spill words.

The pieces she is most interested in are, the series “voices on skin.”

I’ve sent in more work for review and I am hoping to hear back 🙏🏽 as to whether or not my work accepted.

The waiting is the worst but then again, I never imagined any of this would happen.

I’d like yo thank everyone for your support, encouragement and sticking with me through my ramblings.

Happy New Year’s Eve

Happy New Year’s Eve to all friends throughout the world.

Namaste..

May we find chaos turn to peace.

May we find bitterness turn to healing.

May we find broken turn to blank pages to finish the story.

May we find darkness turn to light.

May we find hopeless turn to hope.

May we find anger turn to dance.

May we find lonely turn to fullness.

May we find lost turn to redemption.

May we seek in wonderment and awe

life,

embrace,

celebrate the gift of a moment and the breath given.

Namaste..

(Picture curtsey of Kent)

Disruption through unity

“Our division feeds the ruling classes power and unity, giving them freedom to exempt themselves from polices that oppress and drive people into poverty.”

The minority ruling class understands something we the as people don’t,

untied they stand, divided they fall.

The ruling class sees no color as we do only a signature on the dotted line of compromise.

May we someday understand;

us uniting would disrupt their unity and divided they would fall.

We as a humanity have to stop serving the ruling class plates or power and be accountable for what we’ve allowed.

Disrupt the clam,

stillness of power

of the ruling class through coming together.