Turning Toward the Morning

Sunset and Sunrise

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Folksinger Gordon Bok wrote “Turning toward the morning” in response to a friend in crisis, offering an optimistic view of the future. Something we need right now.

“It’s a pity we don’t know what the little flowers know. They can’t face the cold November; they can’t take the wind and snow. They put their glories all behind them, bow their heads and let it go, but you know they’ll be there shining in the morning.” – Turning toward the Morning

Sunset in Wakefield
Sunset in Wakefield, MA
Sunrise
Sunset in New Ipswich, NH

The Americans

Diversity

We a nation of immigrants and that is our strength not our weakness.  In the 1970s I came across a group of people posing for a photo in front of a truck with a flag inspired graphic. I was taken with the diversity of the group.

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Emma Lazarus (November 2, 1883)

The Americans
Diversity

Why this blog?

Time to take a breath and ignore the maniac in the White House

When I discovered that most of my Facebook and blogging activity was centered on criticism of President Donald J Trump, I realized it was having a deleterious affect on my mental and physical health.  I realized that I need to “Take a Breath” and post things that uplift us and take us a away from the dystopian world of Alternative Facts. I’ll start with this quote.

“If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen.”
Samuel Adams

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