The dream becomes an invisible force which pulls us forward. By this process it starts to come true –

Brian Eno #bizcampbelfast

Safe In The Steep Cliffs

Really enjoyed this discovery Via Eumagine this week  – Emancipator

Emanicpator  http://www.emancipatormusic.com/

The film of tomorrow will be an act of love.

~ Francois Truffaut

If we should all close our eyes we would never recognise the difference between the touch of a black or a white hand. So why racism?
-Tarrus Riley

Via Trevor Ncube of Zimbabwe/SAfrica

after…

Photos taken from devastated Haiti 6  days later excerpts from Boston the Big Picture

Chen grangou pa kouche ~ Haitian proverb.

A starving dog does not lie down.

Haiti – Every drop counts

Haiti: Poem by Carvens Lissaint / Shot by Steven Duarte

“Haiti” was written by  a year ago. His mother Carvens’ mother who was in Haiti at the time of the Earthquake is safe & back at home in the US.

Every Drop Counts is a grassroots organization assembled in response to the earthquake in Haiti. They are working to bring clean drinking and bathing water to Haitians working with the World Water Relief. Please support their efforts and follow on twitter: @everydropchi

Ἡ ζωή τόλμη·  τὸ γὰρ τολμᾶν δρᾶν ἐστιν.

~ To live is to dare & to dare is to do

I Cry

Sometimes when I’m alone
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.

If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.

The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes…
I Cry

And no one knows why…..

Tupac Shakur 1971-1996

Still The Sirens ~ Dennis Brutus

Still the sirens

stitch the night air with terror—

pierce hearing’s membranes

with shrieks of pain and fear:

still they weave the mesh

that traps the heart in anguish,

flash bright bars of power

that cage memory in mourning and loss.

Still sirens haunt the night air.

Someday there will be peace

someday the sirens will be still

someday we will be free.

Dennis Brutus 1924 -2009

“The Sirens of oppression I referred to in my first collection
(1963) were still present in South Africa in 1989, as they seem to be as
well in Gaza in 2009 thanks to Israel’s bombing spree.”

Dennis Brutus, Durban 1/1/09

I am because we are

This link, to Madonna’s Documentary page was sent to me independently by two people today, almost simultaneously!

Firstly  Tendai Joe from  Pretoria, South Africa.  Tendai  has such a wonderful lifestory himself ~ do please take time to read! You will be inspired! He is currently planning a Trail of Hope documenting a  motorbike journey across 16 African countries with a goal of bringing awareness to the plight of young children across the continent.

And secondly from Sweden, a friend, Vahid Cullsberg, who takes the most wonderful pictures and inspires me with his poetry. .. at the break of every morn

I felt this was a rather unique  coincidence !

I am because we are =  Ubuntu

also the web url for Madonna’ s documentary about the AIDS Crisis in Malawi