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SALTZBERG--SHERI, died February 12th at 74 after a courageous 10-year battle with cancer. Red diaper baby and lifelong New Yorker (CCNY '71; NYU, MPA '79), she was beloved and survived by her husband of 49 years, Mark Grashow (Brooklyn), her children, Alexander Grashow (Yasuko Tamaki, deceased; Brooklyn), Rachel Grashow (Ken Walton; Cambridge, MA), her siblings, Renee Paton (Oxford, England), Harris Saltzberg (New York City and Poughkeepsie) and her grandchildren, Sakura, Shogo, Hiro, Nika and Tessa, along with countless friends, fellow quilters and others, whom she fed, housed and cared for. During the height of the AIDS crisis, she was a public health advocate for women and children with AIDS. In her later years, along with Mark, she founded and ran the US-Africa Children's Fellowship www.usacf.net which works with American schools to donate critical educational supplies to schools in Africa and elsewhere. She cherished her family and friends, kindness, justice and Jewish cooking, and was delighted to see a Biden Presidency. A memorial is planned for the weekend of May 22nd. For more information, contact [email protected]. Published in New York Times on Mar. 1, 2021.

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In Memory of my American Mother! #ubuntu R.I.P. my Dear Sheri.

My Words fail me....

On Death

Then Almitra spoke, saying, We would ask now of Death.

And he said:

You would know the secret of death.

But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?

The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.

If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;

And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?

Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

From Kahlil Gibran The Prophet (Knopf, 1923). This poem is in the public domain.

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#RestInPower

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RIP Gabriel -Your Artestry, Humility, Patritism and Pride will forever be an inspiration!

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To survive is the The Journey of the Warrior

“… and I said look. I've never been in this much pain in my life, and I need you to help me figure out how not to waste it, I have to use this pain, somehow. … and so, I started working really hard in therapy and I let my therapist take me back all the way to the time I was 10 years old, and I dropped into bulimia. And here's what we discovered together. So, we are all born whole. Right? We are trinities, just like that – body, mind and spirit. And the healthiest of us live out lives; of the body - physical lives, the mind - intellectual life and lives of the soul - spiritual lives. But, what happened to me so young is that our culture gave me so many confusing and objectifying messages about my body, that I just started disassociating from my body. Right? Because good girls don't desire. Good girls don't hunger. Good girls don't even grow. But I did hunger, and I did desire and I did grow. And so, I started to become ashamed of my body. And you can't love and claim anything that you're ashamed of. So, I just voted my body off the island of myself. Right? And then a similar thing happened to my then husband Craig. When he was 10 years old. Well when he was born he was whole too: body mind and spirit. But while the world tells girls that good girls don't hunger, don't desire. The world tells little boys that brave boys don't feel, don't cry, don't make themselves vulnerable in any way. And so, Craig did cry, and he did feel, and so he started to become ashamed of his emotions. So, he voted his emotional self, off the island. Right? So, you see? We’ve got women trying to love men with our minds, but they don't live there, and we got men trying to love women with their bodies, but we don't live there. And it's like everything that we've learned about femininity and masculinity makes it nearly impossible for real men and real women to be fully human with each other. Which makes it nearly impossible for us to really see each other, which of course makes it impossible for us to really love each other. And I know these things are huge generalizations but I’m just saying them, because they’re always true. OK?” Glennon Doyle Melton from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpBnGHjda14&index=3&list=PLFAF0HGlvTj5PJwiBfcj9x9Khtkwtu6yy Stop fearing our pain…To feel what it means to be fully Human without running out the door… is to survive is the The Journey of the Warrior.

#lovewarrior #First the Pain Then the Rising #The Journey of the Warrior.

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R.I.P. "Poet" Leonard Cohen

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OK. So this just happened... Amongst the Stars (not just the celebrities) and under them at M-Prime tonight, I worked "the room" for my Job... and somewhere in there, in a moment of sincere appreciation, I spontaneously shook JB's hand and told him how much I enjoyed his “JTV” show… not knowing the impact it would bare…We exchanged contacts and made arrangements for me to visit his set, on the shooting of the last episode of the season, this coming Monday. Other things happened... all and mostly a Blur... but “Oh What A night!” My Pac-Man trousers and suit, garnered heartwarming appreciation throughout the event, from a myriad of people, allowing my faint self, to express as it used to. Amongst which, one of my very personal nicknames was thrown at me, from behind, and by surprise – DR was in the house, whom I haven’t seen in Yonkers. Followed by a beautiful moment of connectivity to Portuguese roots, along with J. As the warm family I love at SR... Because their "baby" son truly reminds me of me at his age... came together in warmth and appreciation. The bosses hugged me warmly and expressed appreciation for my labors when leaving. And complemented me on my unique abilities under the circumstances… Then I danced away with L who at once makes my heart sing and cry, at every moment of thought, for the last year or so... Later, after dropping her at her car, en route home, the BBC World radio had a touching story of Ubuntu, now posted on my FB. I live the Phylosophy… While decompressing I lay in bed, and thought to look JP up online (embarrassed to admit, I did not know his real name, and wouldn’t have, had we not shared contact information by his suggestion), and also because in the Blur I recalled allusions of him telling me I had something similar to “beautiful energy” and also stating that “our” work is about doing something akin to story telling for the sake of Humanity… a long term realization of why I so desperately want and need to do it… his J&E: The Surprise on You Tube brought me tears of Joy and the realization that his faith, one of the most recent religions in history, is in fact a similar grasp of my understanding of God. Not to mention a sense if purity and true connection, spontaneously identified by him, and later related to me… Am presently falling to sleepy pieces... but again “Oh What A night!”

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RIP Prince

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This time it was FFC

To meet, work (in one capacity or another) or aspire to do so, three of my generations, top, most respected Film makers has and continues to be an unbelievale "adventure"... just this week it was a simple, unsuccessful audition with "The Godfathers'" visual Father. Here's to the continuation of the journey, and above all the "better late then never" opportunities to come, that will prove my art worthy of it's life long strugle and sacrifice!

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Me 2, 3, 4...

Today, I waited anxiously, bouncing my restless leg, for JC aka. FH to emerge from his cave of creation. My plan was simple, I was nervous, but to accomplish a promise i made myself, quite sometime ago. I sprung to action, the moment he hit the last step of the threshold between the Castle of Creativity and the Castle of Imagination and Rest. With permission, graciously granted in the moment, I blurted out someting to the effect of: "I just wanted to plant a seed..." and "...I am nervous, but know, that I could not forgive myself if i didn't try..." the response was surprising at first "I did not know you were an actor" to which I responded "it was the only question you had, when you first interviewed me, when we met..." followed rapidly by "Do you have a reel?" The rest of this conversation was standard with the exception of "I'm nervous because it might seem out of place, inappropriate" JC, then said: "I would never stand in the way of someone following their desires... You have an interesting look..." TBC

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"Me be in here!' - Watch and Enjoy! - Community Episode 2: Lawnmower Maintenance and Postnatal Care - The Dean purchases a VR system for Greendale that could bankrupt the school, forcing Jeff to find the creator, Elroy Patashnik, to save them. After moving in with Annie and Abed, Britta finds out her parents have been paying her debts to her friends. Chang gets bitten by a cat.

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RIP RW TYFTLAT

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RIP M.A.