I agree with this writing and think you will enjoy it. The author is named ANGE DESCHOUX.  I don’t know him/her but I like this piece .  So I have reblogged it.    Enjoy.  I find this to be my experience, too.  

Mon Aventure Française

There’s plenty of advice out there on moving to France…. visa, taxes, where to live, opening a bank account. But there’s not a lot of advice on fitting in, and maneuvering daily personal interactions with neighbors, contractors and business people. It shouldn’t be that difficult. After all, apart from the language, people are people, right?

Then you move here and the frustration begins…. why can’t I find a decent contractor? Why do salespeople ignore me? Where should I get my car repaired? Why won’t they call me back or answer my emails? Why can’t I get anything done here?

That’s when you realize there’s possibly more to the problem than just your language skills. Time for an explanation and fine-tuning your people skills. Your French people skills.

Let’s remember that as an American, you’re from a country with a capitalistic mindset. You have a problem, you call 24-hr customer service…

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I have added some more facts and thoughts to the original version of this post. I plan to add more as time goes by. Thanks for reading. Just spending time together over a cup of hot coffee. Jay


This is what is on my mind….   Since I have been staying inside for lockdowns, I have been doing a lot of thinking, as you know.  And so, my treks are in planning stage.  I plan to do more research of this area when I feel better about being outside.  I feel like I am “home”, and, I have several places I plan to go when it gets warmer.  I need to go.  Why?  I don’t know why.  I just do. 

I love the building in the above picture. Wow. And, spring is here and in the air.  I can feel it.  Buds are appearing on trees, and different flowers are in the plant shops.  And it is light longer during the day.  Great!  I love spring.  Hope and new life are within reach. AND, it is my year – The Chinese Year of the Ox! A good one for me…

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This is what is on my mind….   Since I have been staying inside for lockdowns, I have been doing a lot of thinking, as you know.  And so, my treks are in planning stage.  I plan to do more research of this area when I feel better about being outside.  I feel like I am “home”, and, I have several places I plan to go when it gets warmer.  I need to go.  Why?  I don’t know why.  I just do. 

I love the building in the above picture. Wow. And, spring is here and in the air.  I can feel it.  Buds are appearing on trees, and different flowers are in the plant shops.  And it is light longer during the day.  Great!  I love spring.  Hope and new life are within reach. AND, it is my year – The Chinese Year of the Ox! A good one for me, for sure.

I have thought a lot about my family of late. You know, you only have one family and every family has issues. My Thought for the DAY: Your beliefs become your thoughts, your thoughts become your words, your words become your actions, your actions become your habits, your habits become your values, and your values become your destiny.

As a result of looking at my destiny, I have begun to understand more things.  I think that is good.  I have done a lot of research about Daddy’s mother, and now things have made more sense to me.  I was planning to write about my findings, but I am rethinking that.  Maybe things are better left unsaid.  Maybe.  I am still thinking about it.  It is a wonderful story of strength, love, and forgiveness.  It is a wonderful story of choices and priorities.  My plan was to do a “Once upon a time….”.   And, I would have fun writing it.  This was her wedding dress. She married June 1, 1897.

Daddy was an amazing man.  So was his mother.  And I understand his father now.  Even more than people remember.  I have discovered it.   And it all makes sense to me.  I am very happy that I know now.  Secrets that adults keep from children.  I know the secrets.  And, I love them for keeping them from me. 

Plus, these things don’t mean anything to others.  They have their own family secrets.  But, somehow, it matters.  Daddy did a lot to help entire area, and now it all makes sense to me.  I lived it.  And I am a dying generation.  So, maybe it needs to be told.  Maybe.  I need strength and energy to write it.  So, we’ll see.  Pray for me to be about to do this if I am supposed to.  Through my eyes……

You see, when you start trying to recreate someone else’s world, you get outside of yourself and see through different eyes.  I have always enjoyed doing that.  That is why I loved acting so much. In working with Daddy and his mother, Mary Tallulah Dickson, I recreated her world and childbirth, and five little babies she loved, and how she dealt with those problems in her world at that time in a small town in Georgia.  Most of her family of origin lived in Texas at the time.  The family moved to Texas (Wharton County – in the middle of nowhere – LAMPASAS, TX (near Houston) when she was 10. And at that time, she cooked and cleaned for her father, her stepmother, and three more half-siblings. She was born in 1872 in the middle of nowhere, Alabama (Pine Level), on a plantation. Her real mother died in childbirth when she was 4.  (1874)And, she cared for her brothers and sister a long time because she was the oldest.  Three siblings and later – three half-siblings.  It was a lot of work.

So when she went to teach art at a private girls’ college in another state, she was glad to get away from all of that.  Now, you cannot just imagine what it was like without remembering a different world.  Things were rough.   Life was raw.  Indians.  Woods.   No television or machines.  No cars.  How did she learn to paint- watercolor?  I don’t know.  Why did she apply to that college? I don’t know.  Why did they accept her?  I don’t know.  She was tall.   Pretty.  Strong-willed. She probably “surrendered” about that time. My thoughts on “surrender” – “Surrender is the ultimate sign of strength and the foundation for a spiritual life. Surrendering affirms that we are no longer willing to live in pain. It expresses a deep desire to transcend our struggles and transform our negative emotions. It commands a life beyond our egos, beyond that part of ourselves that is continually reminding us that we are separate, different and alone. Surrendering allows us to return to our true nature and move effortlessly through the cosmic dance called life. It’s a powerful statement that proclaims the perfect order of the universe.–

Fell in love or became interested in a party boy – the son of a Baptist preacher.  He was 20 years older than she was.  Moody.  Experimented with the drugs of that day – opium.  I don’t know if I have a picture of him. She helped him with a feed store. And, fertilizer store.  At a time when women did not work.  But, she did.  They had five little babies, Two girls and three boys.  And, he kept trying to kill himself.  She kept all of it running.  And, they bought a big house with a lot of bedrooms and a barn.  She was terrified he would kill himself.  She reallly loved her babies. And, one night he did.  Hung himself in the barn.  Ugh.  Oh, the shame of all of it!  And one of the babies (a son), found his father hanging in the barn the next morning, July 19, 1909.  Talk about trauma.  Image living with that picture in your mind forever.  My uncle Beamus, his namesake, did. Ed, Jr. (Uncle Beamus) was almost 10 at the time.

Well, what happened after that is a story of survival that is so full of love and strength and giving that I still cry when I think of the beauty and the strength of it.  Above are her pictures.  She was in her 20’s at that time.  Tall.  Straight as an arrow. Strong. Relentless in her love and protection for her five babies. Mary was the oldest. She was 11.

Ok.  That just gives you a taste of my world in my mind as I look out my window over Paris. 

I feel the presence of Mary Tallulah in my blood.  Giving me strength.  Helping me through my fear.  Wow.  What a heritage.  From Tyrone County in Ireland.  And, Scotland.  I need to visit there. Hope to.

Stay tuned. Wait until you hear my version of what it was like being young in my home growing up, and what Daddy had to deal with…… Along with Mother and the three of us girls. From a feed and fertilizer store to an international company and business. Wow!

Love from my home in Paris, Jay


Paris Support



ON my mind today are several things.   Tomorrow is my grandson Mark’s birthday, and I am thinking of how I loved his birth on Valentine’s Day. Tomorrow, he will be 27. He will forever be my valentine.

AND, I am working on a piece to publish about my amazing grandmother (Daddy’s mother – Mary Tallulah Dickson Jewell Loudermilk) that I find so interesting.  But I am still doing research.  It is an amazing love story that has inspired me all my life.  And I am channeling her at the moment because I need some of her strength as I struggle with several matters.  It is true.  I feel her presence, even though I know that sounds weird.  Who cares!!!  It seems to be working and I can believe what I choose. 

Meanwhile (as Stephen Colbert would say), on another subject, …I learned not to “trust” at an early age.  HOW?  And in spite of everything that happened around me, I continued to trust and to get hurt!  I was born trusting.  Are people born trusting?  Or born not trusting?  I don’t know. But I think I was born trusting because I got so hurt when I was very young.  I know.  I know.  Weird.  But I was told a different truth from reality. I was devastated when I discovered a different truth.  I could not believe THE BIG LIE.  What?  Sound familiar?  Well, it was MY big lie.  What happened?  (I always HATED it. and STILL wish it was not true.)  The problem is:  I don’t forgive or forget.  I have discovered that I hold grudges. Now, I know better, it just “happens”. Haha.  

When I was young, I sucked my right thumb.  All relatives disapproved.  I was TOO OLD to be sucking my thumb with a pink blanket with white reindeer on it.  My parents bought a wire thumb guard and taped it to my right hand.  They were afraid I would have buck teeth.  Plus, the shame of it.  What would the neighbors think?  Ugh.  So, Mother took away my pink blanket.  WHAT?????  When I craved my pink blanket, Mother told me she burned it in that back yard.    WHAT?????  How could anyone be so mean?   Scarred for life, I wept myself to sleep most nights.  I finally got over it, and no longer wanted to suck my thumb.  I was not a happy camper.

My life at 2 was over at age 3.  And I vowed to hate my mother for life.  Tried and convicted for meanness to me.  Only me.  Not my two sisters. Then, a couple of years later, I was going through a dining room chest of drawers and there it was!!!! My pink blanket.  NOT BURNED!

On some level, I understood, but I still feel that pain of betrayal.  And I am hit in the NEWS every day with that reality – THE BIG LIE.  Yes, I watch the news.  Yes, I still trust.  Yes, I still get hurt.  I think I practiced law to “grow a thicker skin” with the lies of clients, bosses, defense attorneys, witnesses, and judges.  I grew a thicker skin; but I knew that I had to keep my guard up.  AT ALL TIMES.  It is exhausting.  But I still remember that pain of betrayal throughout my life. And, I continue to work on forgiving and forgetting.  Sorry.  Memes and joke and photos that speak to me and a share or two or three. I don’t take back any of it.

Best, Jay from Paris with love.


I am doing that best i can. Thanks in advance. Some days are better than others. I am so glad I am still alive.



This post is a favorite, so I am reposting.


“Accountable for your conduct.” That Is on my mind. What does that mean? To Me? Have I been accountable for my conduct at this late date when it is too late to change? OK, let’s review for a moment. I am from Georgia, having lived most of my life in Los Angeles, California. I now live in Paris, France. I am in the golden years of my life. And looking out my window on the lower half of the 16ème arrondissement of Paris. According to my information, it is called “AUTEUIL NORD”.

I retained a new French accountant this week, and he told me that this area was originally a small village outside of Paris. It became part of Paris during (my mind tuned out here) and is now part of the city. (mind tuned back in). Yet, it still feels like a little village with lots of residential areas…

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“Accountable for your conduct.”  That Is on my mind.  What does that mean? To Me? Have I been accountable for my conduct at this late date when it is too late to change? OK, let’s review for a moment. I am from Georgia, having lived most of my life in Los Angeles, California. I now live in Paris, France. I am in the golden years of my life.  And looking out my window on the lower half of the 16ème arrondissement of Paris.  According to my information, it is called “AUTEUIL NORD”. 

I retained a new French accountant this week, and he told me that this area was originally a small village outside of Paris.  It became part of Paris during (my mind tuned out here) and is now part of the city.  (mind tuned back in).  Yet, it still feels like a little village with lots of residential areas. Upscale.  YES.  My mind liked all I was hearing. 

I don’t plan to move for a while, especially when there is no where I can go. Haha.  LOCKDOWN!!  THEN I noted that I can ask him at another time to fill in the facts.  AND, I hoped that that “upscale” would not affect my Retainer fee. Haha.

OK. And, now that I am in Paris (where I have always wanted to be), retired from the law, active in the entertainment industry, and in my “golden years”, my entire life is on review. Haha. Opps. “Have I been accountable for my conduct?” Hmmmmmmmm. I have spent my entire life blaming myself for everything BAD that has happened to me or my children or my significant other (????) or his children (??) and I am now having a lot of bad dreams. Well, I have thought and thought and thought. And, this is what has come to me (at this moment in time).

I always told my factual truth. Even when I knew it would get me in trouble then or later. And when it would get me in trouble, I would blame myself for the repercussions. Right? WRONG! I did what I needed to do. I told the truth. They just did not like it or believe me or agree or……. Now, I could have kept my mouth shut. Or lied. Or Made Nice. Who? Me? Not have an opinion? Lie? Make nice? Never going to happen.

For some inexplicable reason, I can breathe again. I am sure I will be jogging by spring.

Duh, you say. NO. THIS IS A BIGGIE!!!! FOR ME!! I miss friends and family of yesteryear, but I said or did things that they did not like or agree with or (if they are still alive)……, and here I am. I am so happy, I will post some pretty photographs and funny memes and cartoons. Each one will be my version on some truth. And you may not like it. Who cares at this late date. At least, if no one remembers me, they might remember something I say. Or said. Good and bad. Haha. YES, I was accountable for my actions. I don’t take any of it back.

And, now to sleep, and maybe to dream…….

Best and From Paris with Love, Jay

Asking for prayers and healing thoughts

The is my niece’s grandson. My sister Patricia’s great grandson. Thanks for any prayers and good wishes. For him, his mother and father, and his grandmother. Thanks in advance. Love from Paris, Jay

Unexpected in common hours

This post today is to ask for prayers for my grandson Ben who tested positive today for Covid. If you are a praying person, please offer up a prayer for Ben. Otherwise, please send some healing thoughts his way.

My long-time readers are familiar with Ben. When he was 3 years old he was diagnosed with an arteriovenous fistula (a vascular abnormality) in his brain. Shortly after his 4th birthday he and his parents flew to New York where he had life-saving surgery. World-renowned surgeon Dr. Alexandro Berenstein performed two operations, one in which platinum coils were placed in Ben’s brain and the other in which medical-grade “super glue” was injected into the affected area to totally stop the abnormal blood flow and close off the fistula. A year later Ben’s life was again in danger, and another surgery was performed, resulting in the Dr. B’s declaration that “Brave Ben”…

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Don McLean wrote “Vincent,” also known as “Starry, Starry Night,” in the fall of 1970 about Vincent van Gogh, who never sold a painting while he lived. His brother supported him, even after Vincent lost his mind.Van Gogh painted “Starry Night” during one of the most difficult periods of his life, while he was locked up in an asylum at Saint Remy. He had to paint the scene from memory,“Vincent” was a bigger international hit than “American Pie”. In 1972, it reached number 1 in the UK and number 12 in the USA.Whoever has made this video deserves both recognition and gratitude for selecting Vincent’s paintings that is so perfectly match by Don McLean’s lyrics that pay tribute to his genius!  – AUTHOR UNKNOWN

From PARIS with love,

Best, Jay

I KNEW There Would Be a PONY!!

ON MY MIND: This week, I read that people did not live in the same worlds.  Ever.  DUH!!!! But an 80 + year old woman or man does not live in the same world as a 30, 40, 50-year-old person.  Then, I remembered my days in Law School.  I knew that I had to think in a way that my classmates (who were younger) were thinking because most of my clients and business associates would be young and excited and motivated!!  And I wanted to be a successful lawyer. And, I was!

Then, I thought about my readers on Jayspeak.  And … Paris. I have things that I want to say, and I want people to want to read what I have to say. No one wants to know how to be a successful 80-year-old. OK, I do. And, maybe some others do. BUT, most of us want to be the age we feel in our heads (all ages). We all need to think in a way that is excited and motivated.


Then I pondered “thinking positively” about things – being young, excited, and motivated. There is so much negativity. What is realistic? Oh, who cares!  I don’t need to be realistic. I like looking for a pony in all of this shit.  I like a glass half full of water that is now a commodity!  HaHa.   Practice…..

In 2020, I moved to Paris!  MY Paradise!  It doesn’t have to be anyone else’s Paradise.  Then, I read in 2020, the following things happened (posted by another positive thinker on Facebook)……..

  • The ozone hole over Antarctica closed
  • Germany is changing 62 military bases into nature reserves 
  • Whales came back to the Atlantic Ocean after more than 100 years (I don’t know about the dolphins)
  • Great Britain reported the smallest number of people that became infected by HIV in history
  • China, as the biggest air polluter in the world, committed to achieving zero emissions by 2060 (I was in Beijing.  It was terrible)
  • The number of victims of terrorism decreased for the 5th year in a row
  • In 2020, people saved 48 animal species from extinction
  • Scientist discovered 20 new plant and animal species; they also rediscovered some they thought were extinct
  • Kazakhstan became the 88th nation that committed to abolish the death penalty
  • The elephant population in Kenya doubled
  • Saudi Arabia and Palestine banned child marriages
  • Demand for oil decreased for the first time in history and Denmark promised to end its mining.
  • Scotland will provide menstrual aids to all women for free
  • In Africa, polio has been completely eradicated.  THEY OWE IT THE VACCINE
  • Vaccine against Covid-19 became the fastest developed vaccine in history. (Oops – is that good or bad?) 

Now, I am not superstitious, BUT if I were, I would be knocking on wood, 17 or 18 x3 times.  Anyway, that is good news if you need it. And…. maybe it is stretching a point here and there…. But you get the picture….

Meanwhile…. back in Paris and thinking young….  

Well, I need to get color back on my hair.  That make me think younger Haha.  And this cane doesn’t help.  So, while I think about a young approach to Jayspeak, I will post fun pictures and some memes that I like….

Meet LUCY! She is a place saver for my next cat while I think..Handmade in Germany. Designer Kitty until I get my next rescue.




Well, I am still working on it. Stay tuned. Meanwhile, I am staying put in my own Paris, the PARADISE of my own making….and, the pony is in the mail…..along with the check……

Best, Jay (only past pictures until I get that energy to do hair and makeup for the pharmacie and the grocery store. Soon. Not today, not tomorrow, but soon. )


Wit and Wisdom coming your way. HAHA



WOW! OH WOW!  I am so happy that I can say that I am proud to be an American!  I have missed that part of me.  Welcome back!  I am beside myself with joy.  Let the healing begin!   I did not realize how emotionally involved I was in the last four years.  I was grieving.    I was grieving at the same time the loss of Steve.    And the loss of Missy.  AND I was grieving for the loss of my country.

In 2017, I predicted what would happen.  But it was worse. Friends told me, “Just give him a chance to prove himself.”  I did not need to give him a chance.  I KNEW what he would do.  America was just one more thing to possess.  And I was filled with hate.  I became the very thing I hated.  And, then I began to grieve for the loss of ME. My “friends”.  And my Country.   Where was that resilience that had gotten me through devastating circumstances?  Was it gone forever? Giving up?  I always said, “Giving up is unforgivable!”  “Rough Seas Make Good Sailors”.  “Always work to be better”.  Where was Daddy when I needed him? 

And, then I read this.  Historian Heather Cox Richardson wrote on January 18, 2021, the following words, “But there is a big difference in this world between having and doing.

America has never fully embodied equality, liberty, and justice. What it has always had was a dream of justice and equality before the law. The 1776 Report authors are right to note that was an astonishing dream in 1776, and it made this country a beacon of radical hope. It was enough to inspire people from all walks of life to try to make that dream a reality. They didn’t have an ideal America; they worked to make one.

The hard work of doing is rarely the stuff of heroic biographies of leading men. It is the story of ordinary Americans who were finally pushed far enough that they put themselves on the line for this nation’s principles.

It is the story, for example, of abolitionist newspaperman Elijah P. Lovejoy, murdered by a pro-slavery mob in 1837, and the U.S. soldiers who twenty-four years later fought to protect the government against a pro-slavery insurrection designed to destroy it. It is the story of Lakota leader Red Cloud, who negotiated with hostile government leaders on behalf of his people, and of his contemporary Booker T. Washington, who tried to find a way for Black people to rise in the heart of the South in a time of widespread lynching. It is the story of Nebraska politician William Jennings Bryan, who gave voice to suffering farmers and workers in the 1890s, and of Frances Perkins, who carried his ideas forward as FDR’s Secretary of Labor and brought us Social Security. It is the story of the American G.I.s, from all races, ethnicities, genders, and walks of life who fought in WWII. It is the story of labor organizer Dolores Huerta, co-founder of the National Farmworkers Association, and Fannie Lou Hamer, who faced down men bent on murdering her and became an advocate for Black voting. It is the story of President Dwight D. Eisenhower, who 60 years ago this week warned us against the “military-industrial complex.”

And it is, of course, the story of the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., whose life we celebrate today. King challenged white politicians to take on poverty as well as racism to make the promise of America come true for all of us. “Some forty million of our brothers and sisters are poverty stricken, unable to gain the basic necessities of life,” he reminded white leaders in May 1967. “And so often we allow them to become invisible because our society’s so affluent that we don’t see the poor. Some of them are Mexican Americans. Some of them are Indians. Some are Puerto Ricans. Some are Appalachian whites. The vast majority are Negroes in proportion to their size in the population…. Now there is nothing new about poverty. It’s been with us for years and centuries. What is new at this point though, is that we now have the resources, we now have the skills, we now have the techniques to get rid of poverty. And the question is whether our nation has the will….” Just eleven months later, a white supremacist murdered Dr. King.

These people did not have a perfect nation, they worked to build one. They embraced America so fully they tried to bring its principles to life, sometimes at the cost of their own. Rather than simply trying to own America, the doers put skin in the game.

Today, the Trump administration issued the 1776 Report that presented the United States of America as a prize to be possessed. And yet, the country is demonstrably still in the process of being created: tonight, there are 15,000 soldiers in the cold in Washington, D.C., defending the seat of our government against insurgents.”

And, then it rounded a bend.  It turned around.  We came through.  The people were the people I always thought we were!!!  WE DID IT!  Inauguration day– with all of its pomp and circumstance was spiritual medicine for me.  The “unending shade” turned to light.  I could breathe again. 

The hope that was filling my soul was a young girl named Amanda.  I will continue to live past these 80-some-odd years.  In the youth of tomorrow.  In Tyler.  In Jamie.  In Mark.  In Katherine.  In Julia.  In Amanda.  In Greta.  They are American treasures. “Amanda Gorman is an American treasure. We should raise her up, cherish, celebrate and protect her. That kind of vision, spoken so eloquently is rarely seen in one decades older. Generations will be blessed with her insights  – Marta Waller (my friend). ENJOY!

“The Hill We Climb.

“When day comes we ask ourselves, ‘where can we find light in this never-ending shade, the loss we carry, a sea we must wade?

“We’ve braved the belly of the beast, we’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace. And the norms and notions of what just is isn’t always justice. And yet the dawn is ours before we knew it, somehow we do it. Somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken, but simply unfinished.

“We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny Black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president only to find herself reciting for one.

“And yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect. We are striving to forge our union with purpose. To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man.

“And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us, but what stands before us. We close the divide, because we know to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside. We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another. We seek harm to none and harmony for all.

“Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true: that even as we grieved, we grew; that even as we hurt, we hoped; that even as we tired, we tried; that we’ll forever be tied together victorious, not because we will never again know defeat but because we will never again sow division.

“Scripture tells us to envision that ‘everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree and no one shall make them afraid.’ If we’re to live up to our own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade but in all the bridges we’ve made.

“That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb if only we dare it, because being American is more than a pride we inherit – it’s the past we step into and how we repair it.

“We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation rather than share it, would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy. And this effort very nearly succeeded. But while democracy can be periodically  delayed, it can never be permanently defeated.

“In this truth, in this faith we trust for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us. This is the era of just redemption we feared at its inception.

“We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour, but within it we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves. So while once we asked ‘how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe,’ now we assert: ‘how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?’

“We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be: a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free. We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our enaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation.

“Our blunders become their burdens but one thing is certain: If we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy in change, our children’s birthright.

“So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left. With every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one. We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west, we will rise from the winds swept north, east where our forefathers first realized revolution. We will rise from the lake-rinsed cities of the midwestern states. We will rise from the sun-baked South. We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover in every known nook of our nation and every corner called our country, our people diverse and beautiful will emerge battered and beautiful.

“When day comes, we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid. The new dawn blooms as we free it. For there is always light if only we’re brave enough to see it, if only we’re brave enough to be it.” ~ Amanda Gorman

As Carl Jung said, “I don’t have to “believe” there is a God.  I KNOW.” 




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