Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.


An Open Letter to my friend, Robin:  

Like you, I’ve often asked myself why is it that talking to a Trump supporter is like talking to a stone?  It took a while until I realized it is all a matter of their pride.

For the most part Trump supporters have been taken by a master manipulator — an A-1 conman, and most of them simply refuse to admit they were, and are, still wrong.

During the election Republican friends assured me the leaders of the GOP would be able to control their-man-Trump.  Additionally, they laughed and asked me how much damage could he possibly do anyhow?

How much indeed; however, those statements helped me understand that Trump supporters knew exactly the kind of man their candidate was and what kind of president he would be.

His supporters knew this man would dismantle most of what had been accomplished in previous administrations and from both sides of the aisle —  in fact, that was their mandate.  What they didn’t know, and still don’t understand, is how the ensuing upheaval can and will adversely affect them personally; perhaps they believe they are immune.

Until Trump supporters admit their mistake and demand redress, this country will grow weaker in the opinion of our enemies, and irrelevant in the eyes of its own citizens, who can’t see through the fog of lies and the covers of scandals, the headlines of treason and felony, all highlighted by lavish living at the expense of the taxpayer.

One thing I know for sure: It is not the strength of a political leader and the military he/she commands that makes a country great, but the clear vision of its free and strong citizens.

Flying Fish

It is not just the incredible sight of fish flying, Trish.  

It’s the scent of the sea, 

the colors of flimsy clouds and 

sun glistening on cresting waves. 

Best of all is to hear the splashing 

of fish leaping from the water, 

fly skyward and fall 

into the rhythm of the tide. 

When flying fish play, 

you remember joy

As if it were forever lost.


                 Greenwood, Tulsa


I never learned about this in primary school, high school, college or university.

Somehow I must have missed the commemorative stories in the media, the laying of wreaths and the flowery, pious  speeches of sorrow and shame.

Where are the memories, the diaries, the dedications, movies and documentaries?  How is it that in this country I alone have remained ignorant?

Is it too late to weep and mourn — to write eulogies and beg forgiveness?

No, it is never too late to become aware, pray and weep.  Although I never knew, I know it now.

I will share what I have learned.

So, we light a candle and pass it forward.  Like most beginnings, it is not enough, but maybe it will grow.


                 Greenwood, Tulsa

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


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Tulsa County



Greenwood is a neighborhood in TulsaOklahoma. As one of the most prominent concentrations of African-American businesses in the United States during the early 20th century, it was popularly known as America’s “Black Wall Street” until the Tulsa race riot of 1921, in which white residents massacred hundreds of black residents and razed the neighborhood within hours.

The riot was one of the most devastating massacres in the history of U.S. race relations, destroying the once thriving Greenwood community.

Within five years after the massacre, surviving residents who chose to remain in Tulsa rebuilt much of the district. They accomplished this despite the opposition of many white Tulsa political and business leaders and punitive rezoning laws enacted to prevent reconstruction.

It resumed being a vital black community until segregation was overturned by the Federal Government during the 1950s and 1960s. Desegregation encouraged blacks to live and shop elsewhere in the city, causing Greenwood to lose much of its original vitality. Since then, city leaders have attempted to encourage other economic development activity nearby.

Greenwood, Tulsa