I’m Still Here

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No photos for this post.  I just want to write of my Plan B for this evolving year.  There is a good chance that the people with whom I am working now will want me to continue until the end of May.  If that happens, I will kick an old debt to the curb.  I would take a Friday and Monday off,in mid-May, for my niece’s college graduation.  I would  not go to Oklahoma and Texas until June, after the Colorado week.  This year’s Big Kahuna would still be on, though- South Dakota-Chicago-Toronto-Newfoundland-Boston-NYC-St. Louis-home, and many points in between, from August 1 to September 30, or thereabouts.  California would wait until late June-early July.

Life in Prescott, though, is far more satisfying and homey-feeling than it was last year, so I don’t feel so spring-loaded.

The White Tanks of the West Valley

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The West Valley of Metro Phoenix is, for the most part flat farm country, mixed with suburban housing tracts, It has some man-made gems, like downtown Glendale, the stadium districts of Glendale, Peoria and Surprise and the Arrowhead shopping complex. Its natural wonder, though, is White Tanks Regional Park, the crown jewel of which, in turn, is Ford Canyon.

To get to the Ford, I took portions of three other trails: The flat, lush Waddell, the challenging, but heavily-traveled Mesquite Canyon, the serene and comforting Willow Canyon. The Waddell is a good intro trail for those unfamiliar with the Sonoran Desert. It also has some petroglyphs.

The Mesquite Canyon Trail was part of my first visit to the White Tanks, last winter.  It’s where one gets the groove on, and sheds unwanted girth, either by bicycle or, as I am wont to do, on foot.

                               

Willow Canyon is gentle intermediary between demanding Mesquite and intense Ford.

                                                        

It also gives hints of the white granite which, in times of flowing water, helps make Ford Canyon so ferocious and in dry times, so majestic.

The signal that Ford Canyon would be a challenge came early along the eastern section of the trail.

Fortunately, the ups and downs of the Ford Canyon Trail do not, for the most part, entail boulder hopping.  The exception is at the now-abandoned WPA dam and around its subsequent pools.

                         

After traversing this lovely area, I had a thought: “I love you, Ford Canyon.” Whereupon, I came across a small rock, in the middle of the creek bed.

The tangible element of this feeling would appear ten minutes later, in the persons of Robin and Johnny, a devoted couple whose story mirrors that of Penny and me.  Robin is coming back from her disability, with an intensity that befits a person hiking the likes of Ford Canyon.

So, I knew what my love wanted of me and stayed with this indomitable pair for the rest of the hike. They are a prime example of what really makes my sojourns worth every minute

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  • Johnny also makes great rock cairns, to guide those who come along later.
  • Ford Canyon is one crown jewel that shines brighter, for giving confidence to my newest friends.

Lake Havasu City’s Balloon Festival

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By my usual standards, this is ancient history, but since I am just now getting over a strain of flu that was not covered by the widely-available shots, here it is.

Last Sunday afternoon, I drove out to Lake Havasu City, on the Colorado River, for the purpose of helping at a Red Cross event, at the Fourth Annual Lake Havasu Balloon Festival.  This town is geologically ancient, but historically among the more recent arrivals among Arizona’s communities.  

It’s centerpiece is the transplanted London Bridge, brought over in the 1960’s by one of the town’s founders, a chainsaw manufacturer named Robert McCulloch.  The bridge now connects the east bank of the Colorado River with an island in the middle of the river.  It’s on this island that the balloon festival actually takes place.

After a nice, light dinner at Shugrue’s, on the island’s east side, and a good night’s rest, I spent the greater part of Monday morning marveling at the balloons, both in flight and on the ground.

                                              

                                           

                                            

While  I would not be likely to skydive, ever, being in the basket of a hot-air balloon might be an interesting way to spend an hour or two.  Have a great day, everyone, whether on the ground or far above it.

January in Oak Creek Canyon

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I felt the irresistible urge to return to Sedona today (January 6), so off the KIA and I went, to Grasshopper Point.  I headed first down Allens Bend Trail, to the edge of Oak Creek.SAM_3688                                                                                                                                                                                            SAM_3689

I found several rock overhangs along the way to the Casner Canyon Trail, which requires crossing Oak Creek.  That was not advisable today, with the creek running full tilt.                                                                                                                 SAM_3694 SAM_3695 SAM_3697 SAM_3701 SAM_3703 SAM_3710

As my dinner locale, La Cucina Rustica did not open until 5 P.M., I had time to savour Wilson Canyon, about 1 1/2 miles west of Grasshopper.  This canyon heads up to the foot of a mountain, also named for Charles Wilson, whose local claim to fame is that he took on a grizzly bear in the area, and lost.

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I had a bit more company on this trail.  In fact, the couple I met while on the way out of Casner Canyon showed up in Wilson, as I was hiking out.  I hope they hurried; the sun was going down.  It was good they were there, though. A young lady was hiking solo, up to the rim, as I was headed down.

Here are some scenes from that somewhat icier path.

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After “Trail’s End”, I scrambled up to the top of the canyon rim, and saw a spectacular panorama:       SAM_3724

The silhouette below is of a horse-faced rock, which seems to be pointing towards the red rocks to the south.

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After Wilson Canyon, with my craving for fine Italian cuisine hitting a high level, I enjoyed cauliflower & cheddar soup, penne con salcicce and bocca negra con gelato.

(Salcicce is sausage and bocca negra is flourless chocolate cake.)  All of Chefs Lisa Dahl and Andrea Di Luca’s creations are heavenly.  I know this especially from owning a copy of Lisa’s cookbook.

New Year’s Day at Badger Springs

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True to form, I got  up off my bottom and went out for a moderately vigorous clamber over the rocks along the Agua Fria River, in the Badger Springs area southeast of Prescott, on New Year’s Day.  I like this area in summer, as the languid river offers pools of refreshing water and plenty of smooth rocks for sun-bathing.  The steep canyon between Badger Springs and the second bend of the Agua Fria looked inviting, the last time I was there, so that was my focus on Tuesday.

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I started where I left off, and relaxed, last summer.  It wasn’t hard to cross, hopping the rocks, though they are smooth and a bit slippery.  My idea being to survive for the coming year, at least, I was slow and meticulous in crossing.  The rocks are mostly white limestone here, with the occasional igneous volcanic cast-off, from eons ago.  An example is the boulder in the lower right corner of the photo below.  Igneous rocks absorb salinity easier than their granite and limestone companions.

 Some fifteen years ago, a couple of local teens spotted some ancient petroglyphs along the trail from the parking area to Badger Springs.  Walking further towards the second bend, they decided to tell their own story on this limestone bench.  It’s a love story, and still is visible in the fluorescent spray colours they used.

An hour into my jaunt, I reached the second bend of the Agua Fria.  From here, it would be about a two-hour boulder hop to Black Canyon City.  One of these days, I will go down to BLC, park my car, and hike up the riverbank in the opposite direction.

As for the rest of the week, I have been happily occupied with Baha’i activities, the first of a series of dental appointments  and helping the neighbours take down and store their holiday ornaments.  I also went by the old house, found it wide open in the back, and, after determining this had been done by the soon-to-be new owners, picked up a few items that they won’t need and closed the house back up.

This Janus Moment- Looking at 2013

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The one thing I see ahead, for certain, in the coming year is- more personal growth.  Most of the travels I undertook in 2012 were either left over plans from 2011, or set around key events, like the Centenary of ‘Abdu’l-Baha’s visit to North America and my already planned trip back to my hometown for Thanksgiving and my 62nd birthday.

This year starts on a blank slate, in that there is no unfinished business.  I do have tentative travel plans, which I will mention below, but being of service- to my Faith, to the Red Cross and in the American Legion’s “Americanism Essay” program will be my main priorities, along with substitute teaching when I am called.

There is a book on the Covenant (agreement) between Baha’ullah and His followers (Including me), which I am studying along with 2-3 other Baha’is.  We will likely meet every Tuesday, except for the two weeks I’ll mention below, until the end of May.  That is Priority # 1.

The year overall looks like this, and it can always change on a dime.

January- Post-holiday clean-up of the legion hall and a prayer breakfast are scheduled for next weekend.  The following weekend, our Baha’i hiking group will go-somewhere nearby.  A Navajo culture event at the Phippen Museum will find me in attendance at the end of the month.  In between, a jaunt down to Tucson is possible and a Red Cross service weekend in the Colorado River Valley is likely during the MLK Day weekend.

February- A special musical artist will visit us on the 9-10.  President’s Day weekend will likely find me in the Las Vegas area’s Red Rock State Park and/or Valley of Fire.  The end of the month (26th- March 1) is what we Baha’is observe as Ayyam-i-Ha (Intercalary Days), and is a gift-giving period.  It falls during the week, but we still gather on at least one night to celebrate.

March- I hope to have a DVD of photos from Penny’s life done by the 5th, to mark the second anniversary of her passing.  The 2nd-20th of this month is the Baha’i Fasting period, and those of us between the ages of 15-70, who are in good health, observe the Fast from sunrise to sunset during this 19-day period.  I work and carry on a modicum of normal activity during this time, but don’t travel or hike much, if at all.  From the 22nd-25th, I will likely visit some friends in southern California, and my son if he’s still there.

April- From March 29- April 7, I will visit friends and Mother Nature in Oklahoma and Texas, by way of Albuquerque.

May- If she wants me to, I will go out to Philadelphia, where my youngest niece is graduating college, from May 10-13.  Otherwise, the month is a Home Sweet Home time.

June- Colorado beckons, from the 1st to the 9th.  This time, I want to hike in Eldorado State Park, Boulder and up Mt. Sopris, near Glenwood Springs, as well as visiting my family in the Denver area and paying my respects at Sand Creek, near La Junta.

(I will also have to plan for June & July, 2014- La Belle France, Belgium, London, Amsterdam,  northern Germany, Copenhagen and five East European cities are on my radar.)

July-My son will turn 25, so the time around his birthday on the 7th will remain open.  Otherwise, three hikes, weather-permitting, in the San Francisco Peaks will highlight the second half of the month.

August & September- If all goes well, my long jaunt for the year will start on the 9th, with an overnight camp-out near Bluff, Utah.  From there, Arches National Park, Dinosaur National Monument, Devils Tower, Harney Peak, Crazy Horse Monument, Pipestone, MN, northern Wisconsin, Chicago, Toronto, Montreal,  Quebec-Ville, Atlantic Canada, Mount Desert Island, ME a family reunion in Massachusetts over Labor Day weekend, NYC, Gettysburg and a possible DC visit with my siblings (which could also happen in mid-May), Louisville, St.  Louis and Kansas City will occupy me until around October 6.

October- After the 6th, I will be around Prescott and back to business.

November- This year, my birthday falls on Thanksgiving.  I will not make any plans, except to be the best 63-year-old the Good Lord could want.

December- Grand Canyon Baha’i Conference will probably be the 20th-23rd.  Otherwise, I have no plans.

So that’s how my friend Janus has me set for the year ahead.  As always, Penny will be around me and I will move one step at a time, with love in my heart.

 

 

This Janus Moment- Looking Back

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2012 was several steps in the right direction for yours truly.  I viewed a video this evening about a girl who was visited by an angel, while she was in the hospital and at death’s door.  There is video footage of a bright, winged being, which cannot be explained by window light being reflected, as there are no windows or skylights in that part of the hospital.  I include this digression because, so often over the past twenty-one months, and especially this year, I have made split-second decisions based on messages which come to me instantaneously.  I have done things that I was not even remotely thinking of doing, but which redounded to my immediate benefit.  I know my beloved is right at my side, 24/7.

Let me look back at 2012:

January- New Year’s hike on Mingus Mountain; read The Third Alternative, by Stephen R. Covey, who would die later this year; worked at substituting; visited Wickenburg.

February- Bought solar oven; visited Tucson, Bisbee & Tombstone; celebrated Arizona’s Centennial; climbed Piestewa Peak and Camelback; hiked the eastern segment of White Tanks; enjoyed the music of Kevin VonderHeydt, in concert; revisited many parts of the Verde Valley; climbed Vulture Peak;  welcomed Aram back to dry land, from his first deployment; toured his ship and the USS Midway, in San Diego.

March- Visited:  San Diego Maritime Park;Julian;La Jolla; Laguna Beach andTorrance (to see friends); La Brea Tar Pits and LACMA; Los Angeles and San Diego Baha’i Centers; Ontario, CA (see more friends); Presented the video, “Education Under Fire” at Prescott Public Library and at Yavapai College; took training in First Aid and CPR at Phoenix Red Cross; attended “Oneness of Mankind Day” Music Festival at Old Tucson; visited with my brother and  sister-in-law during their Tucson trip; spent time with Aram in Phoenix; trained in Disaster Services, with the Red Cross; renewed my US passport; worked on my Phoenix property; hiked Thumb Butte; visited  Orme Farm, an organic establishment near Dewey, AZ.

April- Attended “Americanism” awards ceremonies at Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University, in Prescott; bid farewell to Baha’i friend Bruce Von der Heydt; presented “Education Under Fire” at Chino Valley Senior Center and at Prescott  College;  visited sites in Camp Verde and Sedona; discovered the lushness of Badger Springs, northeast of Black Canyon City;  had our first Baha’i cluster meeting.

May- Paid off a huge outstanding debt; attended a Yavapai College concert; attended an Americanism awards ceremony at Prescott High School; visited family and friends in Colorado, Oklahoma and Texas; hiked around Boulder, Mt. Sunflower,KS, Black Mesa, OK, Palo Duro Canyon and Pedernales Falls, TX;  reveled in the historical sites of Fort Worth, Austin; San Antonio  and Laredo; discovered South Padre Island; presented “Education Under Fire”, one more time at Prescott Public Library; finished reading Harry Potter series.

June- Attended graduation party for John Bradley;received Medal of Valor, from Prescott-Yavapai Nation; commemorated our 30th wedding anniversary in San Diego, South Carlsbad Beach and Julian; visited Dana Point and Laguna Beach;  visited the Nixon Birthplace and Presidential Library; attended the 50th anniversary of the Pine Springs Baha’i Proclamation, near Houck, AZ; hiked Bright Angel Trail, Grand Canyon; attended Bellemont Baha’i Summer School.

July- Celebrated Aram’s birthday, in San Diego; visited Santa Ysabel and Palm Springs, CA; joined Cowboy breakfast at Goldwater Lake; attended first “Nights of Enlightenment”, at Phoenix Baha’i Center; finished reading Books 1-5, in “A Song of Ice and Fire” series.

August-  Attended Star-Gazing Party, at the Bradleys’ residence; joined GMO-Free Prescott;  attended American Legion Post Picnic, at Watson Lake; added Chino Valley USD to my substituting roll.

September- Attended Prescott Red Cross Open House; visited family and friends in Nevada, California, Oregon, Washington, Utah and Colorado; attended Commemorations of ‘Abdu’l-Baha’s visits to San Francisco, Oakland, Salt Lake City and Glenwood Springs, CO; camped in the Coastal Redwoods and Washington’s Ozette region;  revisited San Francisco’s Telegraph Hill, Portland, Crater Lake, and Seattle; discovered Point Reyes, the Lost Coast, Point Coquille, Sea Lion Caves, Oregon Dunes, Cape Flattery, Forks, WA, Wenatchee(and its fire-ravaged areas), Goldendale, WA, Rogue River Gorge, Ashland, OR, Mt. Shasta, Lassen Volcanic NP,  and Colorado Springs .

October- Visited Wolf Creek Gorge, CO; joined Baha’i Unit Convention, in Flagstaff; drove a friend to/from Algodones, BCN; attended concert at Macy’s in Flagstaff; attended Health & Wellness Fair in Bagdad, AZ; attended Red Cross training in Phoenix; began extended Baha’i group study; joined Red Cross Make-a-Difference Day  event, in Glendale; joined Junior Youth Hike at Sabino Canyon, Tucson.

November- Attended Anti-Bullying talk at Yavapai College; joined Veteran’s Day Parade;  visited family and friends in Saugus, MA and Bedminster, NJ; revisited Salem and Boston’s Freedom Trail; turned 62.

December- Had topical skin surgery; attended Grand Opening of Scottsdale Baha’i Center; attended Willow Creek Gardens Christmas Party;  co-hosted Baha’i Cluster Meeting; visited with Aram in Prescott and Phoenix; attended Grand Canyon Baha’i Conference; joined memorial service for an area Baha’i.

“and rain shall make the flowers grow.”

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Like many across the planet, I attended a screening of Les Miserables on Christmas night.  As with most theaters, our screening in Prescott Valley, AZ was nearly full.  Since high school,  this story has been on my short list of favourites.  I first read it in French, as a junior.  The message was no less clear and compelling in the film:  None of us is beyond redemption, but frequently, attaining it means casting aside ego, pride, fear.  One reviewer called the story “relentless”, in its presentation of the events leading up to the Barricades of Paris in 1832, and the aftermath of their architects’ defeat.

It is never going to be “Les Miz”, in my mind.  The human struggle can never really be trivialized, abbreviated or marginalized for convenience’s sake.  The bonds of true love, in every one of its forms, can never be broken.  The power of unconditional humaneness, towards even one’s perceived enemies, can never be broken.  In real terms, Victor Hugo was calling out for all these to become the order of his day, and of the future society.  In real time, we see the great leaders of our day putting these principles into action:  Nelson Mandela, Aung San Suu Kyi, Inacio Lula da Silva and Liu Xiao Bo.

The most compelling strand in Les Miserables is the ultimate sense of Jean Valjean’s vindication, at least in his own heart.  Even Javert, to his great chagrin, recognizes the folly of his own life’s work, bestowing his Croix d’Honeur on the fallen child, Gavroche, then allowing Jean Valjean to carry the wounded Marius to safety.  None of these revelations reduces the power  of the story- it can only be felt by those who experience the story, whether in film, on stage or in print.

The despair of that age must have been palpable.  The message sent forth by the despondent Fantine, “But there are dreams that cannot be, and there are storms we cannot weather”, must never, though, be allowed to take root in these times of ours.  The dead Gavroches of Sandy Hook each had a feistiness, an unquenchable thirst for life of their own.  The Cosettes, and Eponines, of the world deserve their shot at bringing dream to reality.  The Javerts of our society need not self-destruct, but rather know that the unbending principles designed to safeguard wealth and privilege are not always tenable, nor should they be.

As I drove towards home this evening, a newscast informed that a light snow had fallen on Newtown today.  In the darksome night, there is hope radiating outward, attracting blessings, repelling the very evil that brought down this dark.

Love is not an easy thing, but to all who suffer- know that you are loved, at least in this corner.

Amity, Andy and Azadee

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I spent the past three days in Phoenix, attending a gathering of Baha’is and friends of our Faith, billed as Grand Canyon Baha’i Conference.  This has nothing to do with the great geologic symbol of Arizona; rather, it has everything to do with bridging the chasms that often exist between people.  The Baha’i Faith’s essential purpose is unity among all peoples and nations.

A hundred years ago, the eldest son of our Faith’s Founder, Baha’ullah, ‘Abdu’l-Baha, traveled throughout North America and Europe.  We have spent the past nine months commemorating the North American portion of His journey. (This was largely the impetus for my own travels of this past year, but enough of that).  He came here primarily to engender and nourish the seeds of social unity in the United States and Canada.  Amity was His message- love for one another.  Racial equality, the rights of women and justice in labour were all themes of His talks, as was the true meaning of Christ’s Message, which ‘Abdu’l-Baha saw as the primacy of love as a propelling force in the Universe.

We spent these days contemplating and discussing the legacy of ‘Abdu’l-Baha’s visit.  From His encouragement, the Baha’i Faith has grown, a House of Worship has been built, and is in full flourish, in Wilmette, IL, north of Chicago.  Other such edifices have followed, with at least one Baha’i House of Worship on each inhabited continent, and several more in progress.  Our communities are also works in progress.  We go forward, in amity and in honest communication.

Among those in attendance was one of our brightest young lights.  He came unannounced, sang his delightful, light-hearted tunes and made several young girls scream.  He’s Andy Grammer and he has many more years of artistic life ahead of him.  I’ve known Andy since he was five, and he is now a Facebook friend, so I wish him love, prosperity and continued growth as an artist.  Rainn Wilson, of The Officeand Soul Pancake was also in attendance, and was a prominent presence.  I have met Rainn’s father, and appreciate the offbeat humour of both of them.

Rainn was MC on Sunday night, and introduced a drama troupe, who performed one of the most moving performances I’ve seen in many years.  It is Azadee (Persian for “Freedom”).  As many know, Iran is not exactly a Poster Child for human rights- especially for the rights of women and religious minorities.  Four beautiful young ladies, aged 11 to 17, portrayed women who have been imprisoned in Iran, for various reasons. One photographed a women’s soccer match.  Another was an attorney, representing others who were accused of crimes.  A third was a Kurdish human rights activist. (She has since been executed, and the moments leading up to her execution were referenced in this portrayal).  The fourth was a woman imprisoned for being on the Baha’i Administrative Council in Iran, known as Yaran.  A  poem by this woman, Mrs. Mahvash Sabet, follows.

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An English Translation of a Poem by Mrs. Mahvash Sabet

No Boundaries[1]
No boundaries:
     face to face,
         knee to knee,
                eye to eye,
away from all that was and is.
We gaze at the water in dingy sinks,
     at water-smeared mirrors,
          looking for a reflection,
                looking for the Light of the world,
                     that eternal glimmer of Light,
                          the spot where there is sun –
                                   a jeweled crown at the Apex of the world –
                                        a bride on the Mountain of love
                                            enthralled by the Mountain of love,
                                                 transported by the scent of red geraniums and green meadows.
And those women:
just letters —
each separate from one another,
sitting around us all, their faces . . . ghastly . . .
no sign of connection,
merely letters,
not sentences,
not even
words.
And yet it is together
          that we achieve that two-letter meaningful word “BE”:
              and become transported by the scent of red geraniums and green meadows.
No boundaries,
     knee to knee,
         eye to eye.
We didn’t know it,
          yet we unleashed
                chaos into the clamor
                         through our silence.
We didn’t know it,
           and the reflection of
                  the Light of the world,
                      in the water-smeared mirrors and dingy water –
We disturbed the silence.
We didn’t know it,
          and yet we would smile
                in the interstices of pain.
We would smile at those women –
           their feet swollen,
          mad ones with cold eyes,
          sick ones with yellow faces.
          no longer women, not even  men,
          old ones in death’s grasp, no matter the age
          and icy hungry ones
          hair shaved and faces razed
          and the ones with missing teeth
          and the young ones with yellow, swollen wounds
          and rotten thoughts
          with the paralyzing tang of decay,
          rusty voices
          and innocent women with entreating glances
          with hands like ivy
                   seeking love,
and there we were, shedding love
         in that limbo of tribulation
              speaking of sacredness
                     of Humanity,
and those isolated letters glorified us
for some time in secret
and then openly.
When that one dear woman
         flipped through the pages of a book
                for the first time
                     and saw the letters of text
                           in the simple association of meaning
                                her eyes began to glitter
                                    her smile radiated with connection
                                        and her words radiated herself.
We didn’t know it
     and those lost delusory souls —
         unaware of love —
         unaware of us —
         unaware of Plus – addition and connection
         tending toward Minus — subtraction and division–
         tried to remove us from the glossary of words.
And so,
       everyone saw the connectedness of letters
            in the simple association of meaning
                 flipping through pages
                     no boundaries
                          between one another
                              knee to knee
                                   eye to eye.

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([1] This is an English translation of a poem by Mrs. Mahvash Sabet, one of the seven members of the Baha’i leadership group in Iran, now serving their 20 year prison sentences. The poem is the story of why Mrs Sabet and Mrs Kamalabadi were transferred within the notorious Gohardasht prison. The original Farsi poem can be found here.

With special thanks to dear Ms Roxana Saberi and a beloved Baha’i friend for their comments on the translation draft.)

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Other than the course and outcome of my late wife’s physical suffering, there is no event that has moved me more, emotionally, than this dramatic performance.  Seeing an eleven-year-old girl portraying a brave woman who is about to be executed threw me back, in full emotional ricochet, to the events of December 14 and was only amplified tenfold by the singing of the words to the poem, by the girl’s mother.  The further link to the rape victims of India, and the brave girls of Afghanistan, Pakistan and the DR-Congo was not far from anyone’s mind or heart.
On this Christmas Day, commemorating the day, actually in Spring, when another brave young girl brought Light in to the world, two days after a fine young man paid tribute to his own late mother on the stage of our conference, might we not dedicate the coming year- the next DECADE- to bringing womankind to her rightful place as the EQUAL of   the males of our species.  The well-being of women and girls is the saving grace of men and boys.
No boundaries………knee to knee, eye to eye” , shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart.

Bunker Hill’s Beacon- Last is Never Least

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When one heads west from Boston’s North End, it’s a few hundred steps into what many young urban professionals (Yep, they’re still here) regard as a Promised Land.  The old brownstones and row houses of Charlestown, one of  the Hub’s traditionally Irish neighbourhoods, are now drawing the upwardly mobile.

I did not dwell too much on that aspect of the home of the Sacred Cod.  It is better experienced as the northern sector of the Freedom Trail, with the Bunker Hill Monument and USS Constitution as the Trail’s main draws.

Arriving on the west end of the bridge, a visitor is greeted by two parks:  City Square and Monument Square.  The first lies at the foot of the bridge across the Charles.

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Note the twin Sacred Cod in the photo to the left.  No Boston politician worth his or her handshake would ever ignore the breadwinning fish.

Charlestown’s long-time residents are as devout as their neighbours across the river.  St. Mary’s Catholic Church is well-established, just to the north of City Square.

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Monument Square is a bit to the east of St. Mary’s.  It has Charlestown’s war memorials

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and the foundation stones of the area’s first tavern.

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Walking further up Breed’s Hill and Bunker Hill, Charlestown’s masterpiece becomes visible:  Bunker Hill Monument.

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202 steps brought me to a majestic, panoramic view of Boston’s skyline.  I am becoming a fan of this sort of activity, after visiting the Space Needle a few months ago.  This view equals that in Seattle.

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The obelisk is capped by an marble ceiling but, for freedom, the sky’s the limit.

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I decided to save the Constitution for a later date, and hurried back to Saugus just in time for my birthday dinner.  Thus did Nov. 28, 2012 end on a very happy note.