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Making US Great Again in My Little Town?

Updated: Sep 9

In my little town


I grew up believing


God keeps his eye on us all


And he used to lean upon me


As I pledged allegiance to the wall


Lord, I recall my little town


Coming home after school


Flying my bike past the gates of the factories


My mom doing the laundry


Hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze


And after it rains there's a rainbow


And all of the colors are black


It's not that the colors aren't there


It's just imagination they lack


Everything's the same back in my little town*


That is until now when this happened to my little town

ree

 DHS and its US Immigration and Customs Enforcement arm are calling the operation Patriot 2.0, modifying the name of a May deportation surge that led to the arrest of 1,500 people in the state, according to the reports.**


When the streets look less safe for kids after school flying their bikes on the streets where they live, the "good ol' days" are gone, never to be "great again".


My heart goes out to Massachusetts from Boston to the Berkshires where music, medicine, education are hallmarks for one and all. The "bluest" state, as it is often called has a very long history where the American Revolution began in Lexington on the Green. Each April that moment of resistance is re-enacted in real time. To witness it is a reminder that ordinary people, holding their own against powerful people, stood up for US. We have been their legacy for nearly 250 years. We owe them something in return. Standing up against powerful people is democracy more than that one precious vote. Standing up against powerful people empowers everyone. Boston is no stranger to empowering one another when the time comes.

ree



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Sep 09
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Straight to the heart (and soul and mind), as always. Thanks for making what is important known,

Ann

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Sep 09
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And, so it goes for us all. Tough times everywhere! Thanks for your heartfelt feedback.

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  • The Call:

  • The opening clarion of any spiritual journey. Often in the form of a feeling or some vague yearning, a fundamental human desire: finding meaning in an overscheduled world somehow requires leaving behind our daily obligations. Sameness is the enemy of spirituality.

  • The Separation:

  • Pilgrimage, by its very nature, undoes certainty. It rejects the safe and familiar. It asserts that one is freer when one frees oneself from daily obligations of family, work, and community, but also the obligations of science, reason, and technology.

  • The Journey:

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  • The Contemplation:

  • Some pilgrimages go the direct route, right to the center of the holy of holies, directly to the heart of the matter. Others take a more indirect route, circling around the outside of the sacred place, transforming the physical journey into a spiritual path of contemplation like walking a labyrinth.

  • The Encounter:

  • After all the toil and trouble, after all the sunburn and swelling and blisters, after all the anticipation and expectation comes the approach, the sighting. The encounter is the climax of the journey, the moment when the traveler attempts to slide through a thin veil where humans live in concert with the Creator.

  • The Completion and Return:

  • At the culmination of the journey, the pilgrim returns home only to discover that meaning they sought lies in the familiar of one's own world. "Seeing the place for the first time . . ."

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