I Celebrate Myself…


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Wrote this today on Facebook and decided to share:

“While I am sitting here at my desk, I am not ignorant of the fact that there are millions of people fighting for respect and freedom. While I am here doing a task riddled with monotony, I am conscious of the children who might be scared right now, or who are hungry. This of course is nothing new, pain has been existence for a long time but in this moment I acknowledge the connection…”

When I wrote this, I think, after I just happened to take a glimpse at the New York Times to see if there were any updates and I saw people filling the streets of Lybia, Bahrain and Iraq protesting and I became in that moment in awe of where I was. I was grateful for so much but recognized the connection, the connection, the connection. What is going on in the Middle East and Northern African Countries is no different from Selma, Alabama in the 60’s, or the Salt March in the 30’s.  I am thankful for those who came before me who allowed for me to be able to sit here and just type these words listening to Joao Gilberto but I am still connected to those who cannot find solace and I send my energies to all who wish to be free. To ALL who wish to be free.


Author: ngalanjala

I Have Learned So much from God That I can no longer Call Myself A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, A Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself With me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul. Love has Befriended Hafiz so completely It has turned to ash And freed Me Of every concept and image My mind has ever known. ~ Hafiz ~

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