From my brother OZ and my sister friend Kate

I found these two posts from people that mean so much to me and I want to read what they say to me when I want to so I'm adding thier posts unedited to my blog ...

Thank you both.

Peace
Cass

Obedeah the Griot:



KateSez said...

Hello again Pisces. As always, your words have taken me to another mindset, another place in the world. I so hope you find other ways to take your wordsmithing to others so that they might have the opportunity to feel all of that as well. Keep it up, your work and wisdom. You flow so well!

September 6, 2007 7:50 AM


james said...

and life rolls on and flows on and the tributaries touch places the main vein doesn't imagine and things grow there. thought i'd stop by this morning (finally) before i went off to work/sing. after reading sundays entry :( i saw "grandma's hands" and i got very excited 'cause my friends here in philly turned me on to this song that had made me think of gamusa, of couse, even though i was only a toddler when she died. then i read about the notebooks and i thought of the cards i would make for folks that often included cut outs from magazines that had been been discarded by others and THEN onto the descripition of the notebooks as wish lists, an idea i "invented" a few years back. someone wanted to know what i wanted for...(insert present receiving day here) and ofcourse i couldn't think of a thing but knew i had known and wouldn't it be a novel idea (apparently not) if i had a piece of paper entitled "a jim wish list" and on that paper i would write my desires when they occurred to me, then if someone asked, there would be a list. This list, i was always clear, would include things i might never get, it was a list put out to the universe, they were simply my wishes at the moment. the sky was the limit. when instructing friends to make their own wish lists i told them to put things they might never expect to receive, cause, ya never know....i love that in a place called ridgewood avenue in a time before time (for me) the river's water that would be part of my story in philadelphia was flowing, and touching other stuff and growing.peacelovejoyos
September 9, 2007 6:20 AM