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Faith Childs-Davis with County Supervisor Michael Antonovich, at BRAVO teacher awards, 2011

i feel so fortunate to have people in the world who understand how to give to others.

i was thinking about  someone who is a teacher, mom, gardener, author, artist, and awesome person,  Faith Childs-Davis. when i was worried about starting ‘Tree Constellation’, she said, ‘i love it!’. i am short-handing her words here, we were really talking about hope, and work, and how we all make something good with first, our dreams.

here is an excerpt from her writing, in

Go Tell Michelle: African American Women write to the New First Lady. By Barbara Seals Nevergold, Peggy Brooks-Bertram.

http://books.google.com/books?id=f3t7wLp4O4kC&pg=PA112&lpg=PA112&dq=%22faith+childs-davis%22&source=bl&ots=b7uu0eZg4Z&sig=2dVMWp4yhv-ITs9MVtstCxB265M&hl=en&ei=YsysTY3bKZDmsQOqt7HmCQ&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=5&ved=0CC4Q6AEwBA#v=onepage&q=%22faith%20childs-davis%22&f=false

 

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1.  save seeds

gather, dry, store

2.  give away, trade

3.  help others plant

4. grow, grow, grow!

every plant is a promise, a pledge.

it is your word, that life matters, that you, me, we can change the world, to make it a little more beautiful, a flower, a fruit, a leaf at a time.

be

grow

see

http://americanlibrariesmagazine.org/green-your-library/seed-lending-libraries-bloom

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“Innovative people are transforming these between-spaces with raised beds for vegetables, chicken coops, compost piles—and, in the case of one Oakland urban farmer, meat rabbits, goats, ducks, and even bees

 

http://www.ellabakercenter.org/blog/2011/04/oaklands-urban-farm-crackdown/

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see what i have seen

Compton tree legacy, living witnesses of all changes, all potentials

Putnam, F.P., photograph, 1957, Los Angeles Public Library, #00020332.

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meeting people, a great blessing, to hear, see, know.  community is interaction, with other folks, the land, the weather, our needs, wants, and dreams.

below from:  http://currents.ucsc.edu/05-06/07-11/filer.asp

Kelvin Filer grew up in the Compton neighborhood of Los Angeles in the 1960s, and he says his home was always abuzz with conversations about civil rights and the struggle for racial equality.


Kelvin Filer earned a B.A. in politics from UCSC in 1977 and graduated from UC Berkeley’s Boalt Hall School of Law.
Photo: Hugh Williams

“My parents were both civil rights activists, and as a child, I’d listen in when the adults were talking strategy,” recalls Filer. “Their discussions always ended the same way, asking ‘What do the lawyers say? Let’s run this by the attorneys.’ That’s when I decided I wanted to be a lawyer.”

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February 25, 2007,  Jennifer McNulty, Staff Writer

http://news.ucsc.edu/2007/02/1063.html

SANTA CRUZ, CA–As a Superior Court Judge in the Southern California city of Compton, Kelvin D. Filer sees more than his share of cases involving murder, drugs, and gang violence. As a product of the same neighborhood, Filer is a powerful role model who has devoted himself to “reaching out and helping others as I’ve been helped.”

Today’s youth suffer from what Filer calls “cultural amnesia.”

“It’s like young people have forgotten–or were never taught or exposed to–all those people who came before us who had much more difficult problems, and they didn’t let those problems stop them,” said Filer. “It’s particularly true for youth, especially African American youth.”

Filer is a popular public speaker in Compton elementary and high school classrooms, where he encourages young people to stay in school and prepare for college. “I think we need to do a better job explaining the value of education, especially among students of color,” he said. “All of us have that obligation. As I always say, I may not be able to change the world, but I want to help change my corner of it.”

http://news.ucsc.edu/2007/02/1063.html

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friends were always coming by to pick fruit, from our trees in the yard at our house in Compton.

i recall the yard, the trees, vegetable garden, cactus patch, rose circle.

now, its so much later.  i peer into the yard from the neighbor’s house. grass, tall and un kept, gray tree ghosts, even the covered porch, a memory.

in the neighbor’s house, a new persimmon, a new lemon.  my mother is here, still.

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walk here

i was about to go, and said so

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