Finding heroes . . .

Saturday, May 3, 2025. It's a Satr's day … and a sun-filled sky with moderate Northerlies are bringing a mild low 70's to TulseyTown today.

Falsehood is easy. Truth is difficult. – George Eliot

Trump's administration is engaged in a marketing campaign to establish Trump’s false version of reality as truth. – Historian and truth-teller Heather Cox Richardson, in her Letters From An American.

The philosopher, poet, novelist, and dramatist Niccolò Machiavelli was born in 1469, Florence, Italy, 556 years ago today.

And it's the birthday of poet, novelist, and memoirist May Sarton, born in 1912 Wondelgem, Belgium.

"You choose to be a novelist, but you're chosen to be a poet. This is a gift and it's a tremendous responsibility. You have to be willing to give something terribly intimate and secret of yourself to the world and not care, because you have to believe that what you have to say is important enough." – May Sarton.

All My Heroes

All my heroes slain, by a culture

they dared occupy as a truly

free person in love with everyone.

My culture demands everything

and everyone fit into a compartment –

a defined box not to be stepped beyond.

Artists, poets, musicians, painters,

seers, prophets calling for justice

from a platform of love

even when sounding like rage

have never been beyond those

with eyes to see, ears to hear.

We can get beyond where we are now

but we cannot prescribe nor predict

what lies beyond the horizon.

We could act from the Truth of Love

with the awareness of the risk implied

by trusting one another.

That day will come. But the price

will be high and we are still arguing

about who will pay the greater share.

The real heroes live now among us

and will not be recognized

until they've left us.

That's how frightened we are

inside the boxes we continue to build

for everyone, including ourselves.

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