Today we had @Rasheed Hooda, @Rena Nicole and @Michael Teferi on the LIVE call. Catch you all later this week for Liberators’ Lounge on Friday @ 6:30am PT - (Los Angeles) Same 🦇 Channel: https://meet.google.com/sxj-aqgf-orm

Walking up the path from the forest floor in the Garden of Ethan.

It was a small island, A tiny mountain, hillock, really, Of rock and trees and rich dark loam Made of rotted leaves. You could walk entirely around it In two dozen minutes, not more, On that tiny path That many feet, mostly bare, Had walked so many times before. Sunlight dripping from our paddles We crossed the creek Imaging what evils lurked In waters deep Beneath us. The cedar strip of our canoe Our only safety net. It was a small island. The climb was short, And we would sit upon its peak. Drink in the day along with wine. Eat fruit and bread. And lay upon the grass; bask in the warmth. Watch sunset on the distant shore As each other we explore; a gentle fear. And eat once more. Stars glow in the sky above. And in your eyes so clear and blue. I see the day replayed. It was a small island, My love. Poem Copyright © 2014 by Stephen B. Henry. Watercolr-style image ChatGPT assisted.

https://suno.com/s/nrWisya2VqDM05Yb Follow me at https://suno.com/@rena_nicole “Silence and Storm” written by R.N.Morabe aka. @Rena Nicole Verse 1 Before the stars had learned to shine, Before the rivers flowed through time, A quiet spirit watched alone, Beyond the sky, beyond the stone. No wind would blow, no fire would rise, No moon would wander through the skies, Until a rhythm stirred the night, And danced across the endless light. Pre-Chorus She came from mystery untold, With galaxies within her soul. Chorus She was the storm, he was the sky, She was the river rushing by, He was the mountain standing still, She was the force, he was the will. And when their eyes at last aligned, Creation woke and time unwound, The stars were born, the worlds were formed, From silence and storm. Verse 2 Her laughter scattered seeds of flame, The heavens blossomed at her name, She spun through darkness wild and free, Awakening possibility. He watched without a trace of fear, The only one who saw her clear, Not as a fury to restrain, But as the song within the rain. Pre-Chorus She found a peace she’d never known, He found a dance within his own. Chorus She was the storm, he was the sky, She was the eagle learning flight, He was the earth beneath her wings, She was the pulse in living things. And when their hearts at last were one, The dance of life had just begun, The stars were born, the worlds were formed, From silence and storm. Bridge Every heartbeat tells their tale, Every tide and every sail, Every dawn and every sea, Carries their eternity. When we are still, when we are strong, When we remember we belong, The dancer and the witness meet, In every soul, in every beat. Final Chorus She is the storm, he is the sky, Together they will never die, For every life and every form Is born from silence and storm. Born from silence and storm… Born from silence and storm…

How did I get from Cain & Abel’s sacrifices to a bipolar meal plan? https://chatgpt.com/share/6a1c841c-0f38-83e8-b25e-c0c252c1ae44