too long

i took a long hiatus from this blog. couldn't even remember the password. this is my blog, though.

I am reflecting today on the life of an activist who was in my circles. I have been reading about his work all day. I am reeling with questions about where he might be finding himself today, other than held by the people who knew him best.

In honor of Art.

An old Oak fell on the hill
and no one was around to hear.
it is not true that no sound was made.
for his voice was the loudest among thousands.

blessings to you friend. May your legacy be lifted to its highest places and may peace prevail from this point on.