the city of my heart is burried in filthy water
dear friends will find themselves homeless
im sitting here a thousand miles away
where all the locals care about seems to be the rising cost of gasoline
and my face burns with hidden tears
for frustration
and feeling so detached
and unhelpful
i cant give money
i cant get in
and watching the footage just hurts
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Queen Becca,
I rejoice that you and your family no longer live in New Orleans, and are thus safe.
I lament that the beautiful city of New Orleans is shattered and chaotic.
I'm thinkin' about ya.
- Fly
remember that shallow thinkers will always exist. if you let them tear you down, they will. but remind yourself that you are in control of how these shallow thinkers affect you. you can be angry at their lack of compassion, of their selfishness. or you can rejoice in the depth of *your own* compassion. rejioce in your own compassion. I am. :~)
peace,
tigger grrl
becca,
i gave your number to the director of of our relief services to call you. i don't know if he will. if he does, please let me know either by email or phone. i've got both now. thanks!! love you all!!
christopher
It's just a city. Our homes were just boxes. It will be alright.
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