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Greetings dear ones, haven't written on here for a long while (again) but, my son, Tai Amri woke me up with this video rendition to one of my songs.  Here are his words and a link to the video: "11 years ago my mother's singing group, Tribe 1, performed a song called the Saddest Thing about the tragedy of 9/11, and they ended it with a prayer, "Mother/Father help us end this cycle." My life since then has been about just that, trying to end the cycle of violence.  I believe that our destiny is a continuation of the journey of our parents, and their parents, and their parents and so on.   I've created this video from the song of my mother as a small offering to the cause of peace.  May it be found holy and acceptable, and if you should weep, may you weep tears of transformation.  In peace,  Tai Amri"

Easter & Dottie at dawn

I woke this morning with the refrain from this poem going through my head mixed with thoughts of the mother of a friend who had a massive stroke yesterday. [I just learned that she passed away.] Though she was a white woman whose cultural background would seem to have little to do with those referred to here by poet Maya Angelou....even yet, I quote the poem below and send it in honor of Dottie Sines, Deb's mom. Still I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't y