Onward Forward

#Repost from @soledadmother with @repostapp —- E b o l a. Naaaaahhhh.

#Repost from @soledadmother with @repostapp —- E b o l a. Naaaaahhhh.

Just Food Conference: Race in the Food System

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Happy Days! #bushwickfarmersmarket #ecostationny #honey

Happy Days! #bushwickfarmersmarket #ecostationny #honey

Rest in peace Maya Angelou and thank you for your words of wisdom and inspiration: 
Excerpt from Maya Angelou’s poem, On the Pulse of Morning, recited at Bill Clinton’s Inauguration Jan. 20, 1993
…”The River sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond toThe singing River and the wise Rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the JewThe African and Native American, the Sioux,The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the GreekThe Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.They hear. They all hearThe speaking of the Tree.
Today, the first and last of every TreeSpeaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
Each of you, descendant of some passedOn traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name, youPawnee, Apache and Seneca, youCherokee Nation, who rested with me, thenForced on bloody feet, left me to the employment ofOther seekers—desperate for gain,Starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot …You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, boughtSold, stolen, arriving on a nightmarePraying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the Tree planted by the River,Which will not be moved.
I, the Rock, I the River, I the TreeI am yours—your Passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing needFor this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,Cannot be unlived, and if facedWith courage, need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes uponThe day breaking for you.
Give birth againTo the dream.
Women, children, men,Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your mostPrivate need. Sculpt it intoThe image of your most public self.Lift up your heartsEach new hour holds new chancesFor new beginnings…”
http://poetry.eserver.org/angelou.html

Rest in peace Maya Angelou and thank you for your words of wisdom and inspiration: 

Excerpt from Maya Angelou’s poem, On the Pulse of Morning, recited at Bill Clinton’s Inauguration Jan. 20, 1993

…”The River sings and sings on.

There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.

So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.

Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.

Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.

Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveller, has been paid for.

You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers—desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.

You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot …
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.

Here, root yourselves beside me.

I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.

I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours—your Passages have been paid.

Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.

History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.

Give birth again
To the dream.

Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.

Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings…”

http://poetry.eserver.org/angelou.html

Only a farmer would slice her birthday cake with a harvesting knife! We love you Mags! #ecostationny #bushwickcampusfarm #farming  (at Bushwick Campus Farm)

Only a farmer would slice her birthday cake with a harvesting knife! We love you Mags! #ecostationny #bushwickcampusfarm #farming (at Bushwick Campus Farm)

Prickouts!!! #ecostationny #bushwickcampusfarm #farming

Prickouts!!! #ecostationny #bushwickcampusfarm #farming

My favorites! Blooming sage and yarrow #bushwickcampusfarm #ecostationny #farming  (at Bushwick Campus Farm)

My favorites! Blooming sage and yarrow #bushwickcampusfarm #ecostationny #farming (at Bushwick Campus Farm)

Stakin it for the baby bean trellis! #bushwickcampusfarm #ecostationny #farming

Stakin it for the baby bean trellis! #bushwickcampusfarm #ecostationny #farming

Weeding and cheering! #bushwickcampusfarm #farming #ecostationny  (at Bushwick Campus Farm)

Weeding and cheering! #bushwickcampusfarm #farming #ecostationny (at Bushwick Campus Farm)