Susan chandel's Blog – April 2009 Archive (5)

I joked apologetically about the paper work at the kitchen table of the transitional shelter. C sat across the table I had heard about her from another client and the outreach worker said she thinks that she is a black man. It was considered a delusion and I thought well that doesn’t seem that crazy to me. If you can be transgendered why not trans racial?

I don’t miss all the paper work of working for an agency, but I do miss the people and the advocacy. I miss the inside of "the not… Continue

We have as a culture glorified Pirates for a long time. Even I created this little pirate doll last year.



Ayse would like us to join a pirate group:

She writes:

“Sources from Mogadisco report some truth. Somalian coast is no man's land. Since 1992 big fishing vessels from Greece, UK, Spain and Norway exploit this waters. Italian mafia did illegal toxic and nuclear waist disposal. All complaints were ignored by UN general assembly… Continue

Pop Periwinkle and daughter Beauticia at February peace rally. Mr. Periwinkle or "pop" as the folks from Port Periwinkle love to call him is preparing to hop into a priority mail envelope and go to Washington D.C. with a "bring the troops home" sign and other messages from fellow Mainers. Pop needs a little tightening and a few signatures before he embarks on his trip. It is unclear if Pop will stay in the oval office or head back home after he has… Continue

The assignment was windows of childhood. These Haiku represent the places of my nomadic childhood until I was ten. Each one is written about each home that I lived in as a child.

Cape Cod



1.

Gray Buttermilk Bay

Salt sea wind bends trees

Raindrops pummel pane.



2.

Bright Incan print waves

Singing zippedy do dah

Mary janes, hand in hand.



3.

Imaginary

Ice cream cones hand spun from trikes

Upside down on… Continue

I want to thank Thomas J.S. Mikelson, a retired faculty member from the Harvard School of Divinity, for these words:



Wake now my senses and hear the earth call ,

feel the deep power of being in all,

keep with the web of creation your vow,

giving receiving as love shows us how.



Wake now my reason, reach out to the new,

honor the beauty and wisdom of time

suffer thy limit and praise the sublime.



Wake now compassion, give heed to the… Continue