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March 2025

February 2025

Commemorating Black History Month 2025
02/28/2025

Transportation at the Pasadena Village
02/28/2025

A Look at Proposition 19
02/27/2025

Behind the Scenes: Understanding the Pasadena Village Board and Its Role
02/27/2025

Beyond and Within the Village: The Power of One
02/27/2025

Celebrating Black Voices
02/27/2025

Creatively Supporting Our Village Community
02/27/2025

Decluttering: More Than The Name Implies
02/27/2025

Hidden Gems of Forest Lawn Museum
02/27/2025

LA River Walk
02/27/2025

Message from the President
02/27/2025

Phoenix Rising
02/27/2025

1619 Conversations with West African Art
02/25/2025

The Party Line
02/24/2025

Status - Feb 20, 2025
02/20/2025

Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
02/17/2025

Dreams by Langston Hughes
02/17/2025

Haiku - Four by Fritzie
02/17/2025

Haikus - Nine by Virginia
02/17/2025

Wind and Fire
02/17/2025

Partnerships Amplify Relief Efforts
02/07/2025

Another Community Giving Back
02/05/2025

Diary of Disaster Response
02/05/2025

Eaton Fire: A Community United in Loss and Recovery
02/05/2025

Healing Powers of Creative Energy
02/05/2025

Living the Mission
02/05/2025

Message from the President: Honoring Black History Month
02/05/2025

Surviving and Thriving: Elder Health Considerations After the Fires
02/05/2025

Treasure Hunting in The Ashes
02/05/2025

Villager's Stories
02/05/2025

A Beginning of Healing
02/03/2025

Hectic Evacuation From Eaton Canyon Fire
02/02/2025

Hurricanes and Fires are Different Monsters
02/02/2025

January 2025

Quality of Life

By Sally Currie
Posted: 05/27/2021
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We weren’t meant to live like we’re living.

We weren’t meant to lie and to Tweet.

We needn’t alter our psyches

With drugs that we buy on the street.

 

Why do we shoot little children

And folks who were just in the way

And fell at the hands of a madman

When bullets began to spray?

 

Where are the sensible people

Who can put politics aside

Enact laws to stem the violence

By which we must all abide?

 

Our culture has passed its summit

It’s careening down the slope

Of rapid degradation.

I feel there’s little hope

 

If people are shamed for their color,

Not valued for what is within.

We need to write a new chapter

But where can we begin.

 

When some preachers say that hatred

Has become the Way

And QAnon has its believers

Who let it control their day.

 

When fear is a dominant factor

At every level of life.

That angst is a great motivator

And sets us up for strife.  

 

How can a rational person

Live in a crumbling world

Without feeling disillusioned   

As they are growing old?

 

Each day I feel the heartache  

Of stark reality

I face the facts and marvel

At such insanity

 

How can I deal with hurt inside

My stomach’s in a knot.

I now must face the falsehoods 

That I had long been taught.

 

I cannot die a peaceful death

While hungry children cry.

I will pass still wondering

And weeping asking, “Why?”

Sally Currie

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