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Generation 911 - Paranoid Pharmapseudopsychologica
by Asia Kindred Moore

Bad Taste
by Peter Moore

Zaadz: Virtual Community's New Meaning
An Interview with Siona van Dijk

by Peter Moore & Werner Brandt

Snuff Civilization
by Derrick Jensen

The Good American
Scott Ritter

Embracing Death's Journey with Our Animals
by Ella Bittel

Physicians' Perspective: Gardasil®
HPV and a New Anti-Cancer Vaccine

by Dr. Rick Bayer, MD

Transforming the Repression of Divine Feminine
by Wahkeena Sitka Tidepool Ripple

To My People - An Anthem to Celebration
by Stacy Anne Murphy

Women's Sexual Healing
From Feminism to the Divine Feminist

by Anyaa McAndrews & Candessa Hadsall

Acupuncture for Methamphetamine Addiction Recovery
by Y. JeanMarie Calvillo, PhD

A Terroir-ist's Manifesto For Eating In Place
by Gary Paul Nabhan

Life Advice
from Catherine Ingram

To My People - An Anthem to Celebration
by Stacey Anne Murphy

To my people,
flamboyant belly laughers
who dare to envision their lives
and make it so.
Who shape their paradigms
to embody their dreams,
living life fully,
with calculated abandon.

To my people,
bright, colorful, smiling,
generous with their time,
their possessions,
their spirits.

To my people,
camping at timber sales,
marching through the city streets,
harnessing the internet
for human rights,
educational funding,
political reform,
WORLD PEACE.

To my people,
who bring creativity
to every task,
contemplating, collaborating,
constructing objects
simultaneously functional
and beautiful.

To my people,
singing,
dancing,
painting,
writing,
weaving,
constructing-
words, structures, music.
To my people,
who raise their children
in love and celebration.
Extended families of friends.
Breast feeding mamas
who birth their babies at home,
and nurture them with
pure foods,
non-commercial toys,
home-grown entertainments.

To my people,
who walk gently on this planet,
building shelters of cob,
strawbale, salvaged wood.
Growing food in the compost
of their kitchen scraps.
Powering their shelters with wind and sun.

To my people,
kitchens delighting the senses,
bowls filled with the nourishment of love,
meals starting with silent grace or song,
tables spread with laughter and stories,
and guests who wash the dishes
when the plates are scraped clean.

To my people,
who surround each other
in passionate conversations,
parables of life and living,
hands reaching out in comfort,
arms in embrace, fingers rubbing away hurt,
tears transforming into laughter.

To my people,
who dream of a saner world and make it so,
please grow,
and grow,
and grow.

Inspired by the poem For My People by Alice Walker and Summer Solstice Healing Retreat at Breitenbush Hot Springs.


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