"What's Next?"

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President Bartlet: When I ask 'What's Next?' it means I'm ready to move on to other things. So, what's next?
-The West Wing


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    TAKE A STAND

    Maybe before we didn’t know,
    That Corey is afraid to go
    To school, the store, to roller skate.
    He cries a lot for a boy of eight.
    But now we know each day it’s true
    That other girls and boys cry too.
    They cry for us to lend a hand.
    Time for us to take a stand.

    And little Maria’s window screens
    Keep out flies and other things.
    But she knows to duck her head,
    When she prays each night ’fore bed.
    Because in the window comes some things
    That shatter little children-dreams.
    For some, the hourglass is out of sand.
    Time for us to take a stand.

    And Charlie’s deepest, secret wishes,
    Is someone to smother him with kisses
    And squeeze and hug him tight, so tight,
    While he pretends to put up a fight.
    Or at least someone to be at home,
    Who misses him, he’s so alone.
    Who allowed this child-forsaken land?
    Look in the mirror and take a stand.

    And on the Sabbath, when we pray,
    To our God we often say,
    “Oh, Jesus, Mohammed, Abraham,
    I come to better understand,
    How to learn to love and give,
    And live the life you taught to live.”
    In faith we must join hand in hand.
    Suffer the children? Take the stand!

    And tonight, some child will go to bed,
    No food, no place to lay their head.
    No hand to hold, no lap to sit,
    To give slobbery kisses, from slobbery lips.
    So you and I, we must succeed
    In this crusade, this holy deed,
    To say to the children in this land:
    “Have hope. We’re here. We take a stand!”


    Geoffrey Canada - Harlem Children’s Zone 
    February 14, 2013

    My amazing ED Jill Baldemor sent this to our team today. 

    Great excerpt from “Tattoos on the Heart” by Greg Boyle

    you realize you have become the type of person who uses white out to make sure her planner looks neat when she changes multiple events. When did you become this person, and where was she in high school and college?

    Something will be born from
    this goodbye. In the pain of
    setting forth, something will die.
    With the release of the old
    comes a moment when nothing
    is firmly held, and the unknown
    burns the bridges of the past.

    When the smoke clears, my eyes
    seek out the new horizon.
    Nothing is known here, but
    the air is sweet and breathing
    deeply I see long dormant
    seeds send up their shoots
    from the fertile ground of change.
    As leaves unfurl to meet the sun,
    the circle is complete.
    I will not forget a single
    step of this journey, nor will I
    let comfort lock me
    in its warm embrace.

    I do not know what fruit these
    seeds will bear, but I have faith
    that what is taking root today
    will surprise me with its vigor.
    In birth and death,
    in breath and the final exhalation,
    there is pain and the movement
    into truth. I take the step
    that I am called to even if
    I do not know the final destination.

    Setting Forth - Danna Faulds

    I am so full of blessings, love, and light for the people in my life. And I’m so excited to see where our journey’s take us next.

    PS thanks to the lovely Kat Reiner for this poem.