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Fire in the Sky

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“Necklaces of Light”

While cleaning out old email archives today, I found this link that I had sent to myself nearly ten years ago.  How apropos given that outside my window snow does fall and the skies are dark.  If you read the following essay, please read it from beginning to end.  Because only then will it make sense.  I don’t remember how or why I chanced upon this article so many years ago, but I am glad that I rediscovered it today.  Enjoy.

Winter Lights by Roger Rosenblatt

A Post-Valentine’s Treat

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My Indoor Garden

My indoor garden sits on a glass-topped table.  I don’t think I have much of a green thumb, but these little plants have done well so far this winter.

Red Sky

Sunday Musings: Gratitude

There are times when I sit still, often in sunlight, that I am suddenly filled with a sense of gratitude.  This bright beautiful morning I am filled with gratitude toward my parents.  They were born in the 1920s and 1930s in the segregated south.  Until certain laws were passed, they had to sit in the back of buses and use separate but decidely unequal facilities.  They were spat upon — my father told me of incidents involving white kids on a school bus.  They were certainly called nigger.  They had every opportunity to let hate fill their hearts and to then pass that hate onto their children.  But they did not.

Make no mistake.  They shared their experiences with my brothers and I.  They helped us process our own experiences.  And though they may have expressed anger, they always taught us to love our fellow man.  “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”  That is what they communicated, if not in words, than certainly by their deeds.  How grateful I am that our life journeys intertwined for so long.

With the winter winds whipping through Boston, I have been trying to remind myself of all the beauty to be found inside.  There are few places in the city as beautiful as the main branch of the Boston Public Library (BPL).   It is a mammoth structure located in the heart of Copley Square in the area known as the Back Bay.  For the books alone, of course, it is well worth a visit.  But, the BPL is also an architectural and artistic masterpiece.  You can learn more on the BPL website, as well as a view this nice summary about the library murals on a website dedicated to John Singer Sargent.  Below are a few pics I snapped recently.

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I have  written about “the Painter of Light” before on this blog.  Joseph Mallord William Turner’s works have always drawn my eyes, but none moreso than this painting.  The Slave Ship chronicles an actual event in British history — when over 100 African slaves were tossed overboard with shackles on their limbs into shark-infested waters.  The people on that boat were herded into the sea like animals.

In 1803 in the waters of Dunbar Creek off St. Simons Island, SC a group of Africans also died in the ocean.  In an area now known as Ebo Landing, the story seems to be that after a failed slave rebellion,  a dozen or more Africans of the Igbo people decided to no longer be enslaved.  Their leader’s voice rang out:   “The water brought us and the water will take us away.”  And then, together, they walked into the sea.

That story and many others are captured in American slave narratives.  Here are just a few resources:

Virginia Slave Narratives

http://xroads.virginia.edu/~hyper/wpa/index.html

Slave Narratives from the Federal Writers’ Project

http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/snhtml/

Oklahoma Slave Narratives

http://www.okgenweb.org/slave.htm

I hope you have a chance to read the words and hear the voices of these people long gone.  Their stories should not be forgotten.  If you know of other resources, please let me know.  I’d love to post additional recommendations.