of the vintage store I loved, years ago.
I wish Tootsies still existed.
(of varied conversations, I mean.
The clothes were rather beautiful, too).
are amazing! The whole poem and its message, thinking back on simpler times, wanting to muffle out the noise in the current, and recognizing that there is only one tribe, the human tribe, is so powerful. Really beautiful poem and so necessary for today.
Wow, thanks Steve, you are generous!
I miss those times of scintillating conversation, where my friends and i didn’t always agree, but we were still friends! Or even with strangers!
And how is racism still a thing as well? There’s no such thing as different races. I really think it’s bizarre people talk like that.
Totally agree. This is a strange time, but I also have my suspicions about what is at play, what is at stake. Those who want power are playing a game with the worst of our human traits and we are buying it. It is a shame and will be tragic unless we can find our way back to a more fundamentally spiritual view of the world that is connected to some form of higher power.
I agree with you, i was going to say something similar, ancient games of power playing, ancient tactics, diverting people from what’s really going on etc.
I want to take the time to share a beautiful poem from an old GDG Friend, Vanessa at Say No To Clowns. This poem hits me in a powerful way, she speaks about the importance of the one tribe that matters, the human tribe. A powerful message for our age and one that gets to the heart of the GDG – community, inclusion, love.
Thank you so much, Stephen! I’m honoured!
It is my pleasure as always, you will always be a part of the GDG!
Indeed lovely lady, the spring joyfulness is endemic here as everyone’s mood picks up. Weekends are full and exhausting: most of us agree that we return to work for a rest haha!