i'm watching the rescues in new orleans. doc and i agreed on an amount that we can spare for red cross efforts down there. and now i feel as helpless as everyone else who is watching this.
please give to the red cross and the recovery efforts, they need money, not goods.
you can also, if you ebay, choose a charity for a percentage of your sale to go to. now is a good time to do that. i'm going to do it when i'm done with today's project.
one of the pieces in the manuscript i'm editing, thought i'd share with you guys
Church in New Orleans
The feeling was warmth, but not.
The voice was there, at last.
Yesterday the void was not filled,
It was executed in cold blood.
That same cold blood that filled me,
Coursed through me,
And fed me for so long.
The tears poured down, so hot.
The fears fled from me, so fast.
Yesterday I saved my soul in the Vieux Carre'
And left the scene in awe
That was inspired by the arms around me
Holding me close
Protecting me from now on.
The feeling stays, so true.
The life goes on, worthy.
Today I claim my heart as my own prize
And keep it close to me . . .
Close, but open to the love waiting
In the north
With my life.
Don't think it doesn't happen, sister.
Don't doubt for a second that
When you stop whispering the screams and
Let them out loud
You'll find yourself in the Vieux Carre'.
i'm pretty sure that between 14 and 17 the phrase i heard most often from any number of people, was "phone restriction".