All posts by nedhamson

Activist, writer, researcher, addicted to sharing information and facts.

Love – normabobb

As we celebrate Valentine’s Day let us not forget to spread that love across the Universe to the sick, the homeless, the refugees, and the victims of war. If there is no peace for some, how can we expect peace for all. Love can cure our ills if we spread it like influenza all around us and all over this Universe.

© Norma Bobb-Semple 2024

Source: Love – normabobb

Algo más que un encuentro – Santiago Galicia Rojon Serrallonga

Siempre he pensado que el amor y la amistad son un sentimiento que va más allá de una coincidencia, un encuentro casual o un saludo, porque se trata de capítulos mutuos, de detalles y de una historia compartida en un período de la vida o siempre, a pesar de las luces y las sombras de la jornada terrena, con la promesa de un destino inmortal, relación en la que, sin perder identidad ni libertad, en todo caso uno tiene mucho de la otra persona y viceversa. El yo es un tú. El tú es un yo. Y eso es un regalo, aquí y allá, a una hora y a otra, que enriquece a la gente, a hombres y a mujeres, porque significa que no estamos solos y que en nuestro interior pulsan tesoros que alumbran el pereginar y nos acompañan a rutas y destinos sublimes, grandiosos e inmortales.

Derechos reservados conforme a la ley/ Copyright 

Source: Algo más que un encuentro – Santiago Galicia Rojon Serrallonga

मूर्ति / Idol  – Kaushal Kishore

 

चाहता था एक मूर्ति बनाना अपनी माशूका का, 

लेकिन मिला नहीं कोई पत्थर उसकी मिजाज का…

उसकी मिजाज को ढाल लूं मैं अपने जीवन में, 

बुद्धिमानी नहीं कोई किसी भी नकलीपन में…

💖💖💖💖💖💖

I yearned to carve an idol with love’s grace,

Yet no stone matched her unique embrace…

Shaping my life to mirror her soul,

A wiser path, my heart’s true goal…

*

Happy Valentine’s Day 💖

*

–Kaushal Kishore

Source: मूर्ति / Idol  – Kaushal Kishore

Review: The Warmth of Other Suns, by Isabel Wilkerson | Context, Thought, and Learning: ShiraDest Offers Project Do Better

Review: The Warmth of Other Suns, by Isabel Wilkerson

    This book, which got me from the end of the first page her comment that People of Color, faced with impossible odds down South, did what people have always done in such situations: “They Left.”  Like my maternal grandparents from Georgia, and my maternal great grandfather, from Virginia, and my paternal side, from Maryland.  When I was in elementary school up in New Jersey, near Newark, at the return from summer vacation on the first day of school in third grade, I vividly recall our very nice white teacher asking us to raise our hands if we had spent the summer down South, and the look of shock on her face when almost all of us raised our hands.  For me, those early summers back in DC with my Grandma Marie

cropped-grandmamarie1.jpghttps://shiradest.files.wordpress.com/2016/11/cropped-grandmamarie1.jpg

” data-image-caption=”” data-medium-file=”https://shiradest.files.wordpress.com/2016/11/cropped-grandmamarie1.jpg?w=200″ data-large-file=”https://shiradest.files.wordpress.com/2016/11/cropped-grandmamarie1.jpg?w=200″>  at ‘the old folks home’ were a miracle of peace and safety, riding the Metrobus to church (Mt. Zion UMC), and helping fold up and put away chairs after the NAACP meetings on the roof of the building.  Sorry, back to the book review!…

Source: Review: The Warmth of Other Suns, by Isabel Wilkerson | Context, Thought, and Learning: ShiraDest Offers Project Do Better