<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?> <rss version="2.0" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" ><channel><title>Growing Into The Mystery&#187; barack obama</title> <atom:link href="http://growingintothemystery.com/tag/barack-obama/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><link>http://growingintothemystery.com</link> <description></description> <lastBuildDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2010 23:22:57 +0000</lastBuildDate> <language>en</language> <sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency> <generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=abc</generator> <atom:link rel="next" href="http://growingintothemystery.com/tag/barack-obama/feed/?page=2" /><item><title>Rebecca Hammann Writes Barack Obama</title><link>http://growingintothemystery.com/barack/rebecca-hammann-writes-barack-obama/</link> <comments>http://growingintothemystery.com/barack/rebecca-hammann-writes-barack-obama/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 01:21:00 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Paul Hampton Crockett</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Barack]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Hope]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Obama]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Rebecca Hammann]]></category> <category><![CDATA[crisis]]></category> <category><![CDATA[death and dying]]></category> <category><![CDATA[healing]]></category> <category><![CDATA[leadership]]></category> <category><![CDATA[unity]]></category> <category><![CDATA[vision]]></category> <category><![CDATA[barack obama]]></category> <category><![CDATA[eleventh hour]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fairfield california]]></category> <category><![CDATA[hammann]]></category> <category><![CDATA[legendary proportions]]></category> <category><![CDATA[metropolitan opera]]></category> <category><![CDATA[metropolitan opera orchestra]]></category> <category><![CDATA[middle school science]]></category> <category><![CDATA[sacred manner]]></category> <category><![CDATA[school science teacher]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://growingintothemystery.wordpress.com/2009/01/26/rebecca-hammann-writes-barack-obama/</guid> <description><![CDATA[You have been telling people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. And there are things to be considered... Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, "This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"> <br /></span><a href="http://growingintothemystery.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/hopibird.jpg" class="floatbox" rel="floatbox.581"><span style="font-family: Georgia; color: #000000; font-size: small;"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 197px; display: block; float: none; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://growingintothemystery.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/hopibird1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></span></a><span style="color: #ffff99; font-size: 85%"> <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #000080;"><span style="font-style: italic">You have been telling people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you</span> <br /><span style="font-style: italic">must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. And there are</span> <br /><span style="font-style: italic">things to be considered...</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #000080;"><span style="font-style: italic">Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, "This could be a</span> <br /><span style="font-style: italic">good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and</span> <br /><span style="font-style: italic">swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on</span> <br /><span style="font-style: italic">to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and will suffer</span> <br /><span style="font-style: italic">greatly. Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let</span> <br /><span style="font-style: italic">go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes</span> <br /><span style="font-style: italic">open, and our heads above the water.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #000080;"><span style="font-style: italic">And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate. At this time in</span> <br /><span style="font-style: italic">history, we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves. For</span> <br /><span style="font-style: italic">the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #000080;"><span style="font-style: italic">The time of the one wolf is over. Gather yourselves!</span> <br /><span style="font-style: italic">Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All</span> <br /><span style="font-style: italic">that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #000080; font-size: x-small;">We are the ones we've been waiting for.</span></span></p><p>&nbsp;</p><p><span style="color: #ccffff"> </span><span style="color: #ccffff; font-size: 85%"><span style="font-family: Times; color: #000080; font-size: small;">-- <span style="color: #000000;">Prophecy,</span> Hopi Elders, 1980</span></span></p><div style="text-align: center"><div style="text-align: left"><p><a href="http://growingintothemystery.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/hopisymbol180.jpg" class="floatbox" rel="floatbox.581"><span style="font-family: Georgia; color: #000000; font-size: small;"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 120px; display: block; height: 117px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://growingintothemystery.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/hopisymbol1801.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></span></a></p></div><div style="text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;"><span style="font-weight: bold"> <br /><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">The </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">hour for Hope is now, and there may not be a moment to lose. That, to me, is good news. </span><p>&nbsp;</p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">In a conversation with my brother Whitney a couple of days ago, he mentioned that the sister of one of his colleagues at the Metropolitan Opera Orchestra in New York City had written a letter to Barack Obama, and proceeded to read it to me. That woman's name is Rebecca Hammann, a beloved middle-school science teacher in Fairfield, California. Rebecca is apparently the greatest and most inspiring kind of teacher and has a heart of huge, even legendary, proportions. Yet the clear love of her life and very heart of the heart of her passion is her 2 1/2 year-old adoptive daughter, Lucy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Just months ago, Rebecca received a conclusive diagnosis of terminal cancer, and learned that she does not have long to live. When the days of one so <span style="font-style: italic">alive</span> are all at once so shortly numbered, and yet heart still bursts with a sacred love that knows no bounds, what is she to do? Rebecca Hammann sat down in November to write a letter to Barack Obama. </span></p><p><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">I immediately felt to share her letter with you, and the President's response. We are all in this together, and even having wandered together for so long through the valley of shadows, I feel hope dawning. Here and now.</span></p><blockquote><p><span style="color: #99ffff"><span style="color: #0000ff; font-size: x-small;">Dear President-Elect Obama,</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #99ffff"><span style="color: #0000ff; font-size: x-small;">For the last year or so I have felt as if the world was falling apart. Our system is based on buying more than we need, more cheaply than the true costs. We believe that we deserve comfort and ease and material things that our Earth cannot afford to give us. That is why I hoped so much that you would be elected. You bring hope and true leadership to this country and this world. There is a chance, now, for my two-year-old daughter to live in a world of beauty and love instead of the chaos and greed I had begun to imagine for her.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #99ffff"><span style="color: #0000ff; font-size: x-small;">She is a glorious child, full of life and love and humor and she alone is worth changing the world for. You must not falter. I know in my head that there are millions of children to protect; even adults who have created this mess are worthy. But I must ask you for her in particular. The day after your election I learned that I do not have much time. A seven-year-old cancer has spread to my lungs and brain and will prevent me from taking part in the changes that must occur. So I am begging you to lead this world with all your heart and mind, to not take the easy path and to never let the rest of us take it either. This is a lot to ask of you, I know. Our entire paradigm must shift. Our decisions have been based on material possessions and comforts. Even mine. I just decided a few weeks ago to try to live without my own car. I realized that I must be part of the solution now before it is too late. But my tiny realization must be magnified a million times if it is to save our beautiful Earth. Our lives must change. We simply cannot sustain what we are currently doing.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000ff; font-size: x-small;">My hope is that you are honest and courageous enough to lead us in the direction we must go. You have two beautiful daughters yourself. You know there isn't a moment to lose. <br />But your task is daunting. It is not something you can do alone. You will need to convince the people of this </span><span style="color: #0000ff; font-size: x-small;">country and in this world that they need to and can change. If anyone can do this, it is you. In a culture of lies and convenience and ease, you have the ability to say the truth clearly and, I hope, the people of this country have the willingness to hear your words. <br />The changes we must make will require almost overwhelming amounts of courage and hope-and that is what you inspire in us. </span></p></blockquote><blockquote><p><span style="color: #0000ff; font-size: x-small;">My darling Lucy can do without most of what we have grown accustomed to-the material possessions and the comforts. But she needs a healthy Earth and a thoughtful self-sacrificing humankind willing to act for our future generations no matter how difficult. <br />Please, from the bottom of my heart, don't give up this fight. If you could meet my daughter Lucy, you would know why you cannot. And there are millions of Lucys in this world. </span></p><p><span style="color: #0000ff; font-size: x-small;">Sincerely, <br />Rebecca Hammann</span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="color: #99ffff"> </span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">Obama's reply:</span></p><p style="padding-left: 30px;">Dear Rebecca,<br /><br />Thank you for the letter that you wrote to me on behalf of your daughter. I was moved by your sense of hope and purpose.<br />You described what makes Lucy unique and glorious, and then ended by saying that "there are millions of Lucys in this world." I was struck by the seeming contradiction, but of course it's true- we all know that there are hundreds of millions of children, and yet each is unique.<br /><br />Just like you, I try every day to build a better world for my daughters, and to make sure they are ready to enjoy it-  that their personalities are shaped by love, knowledge, compassion, a sense of honor, and the free spirit that my mother always nurtured in me. While I can't imagine the anguish you feel knowing that Lucy will grow up without you, I am profoundly honored to be part of the hope that buoys you today.<br /><br />You are right to be hopeful, because our children face a future of limitless possibility. We know that a sustainable way of life is essential to our children and grandchildren. But beyond that, the quest for sustainability that you described with such eloquence and passion is integral as well, because it is a powerful unifier, motivating peoples and nations to act in concert so that all may benefit.<br /><br />I have every confidence that your daughter will grow up to be a part of this, living out the principles that have motivated you and which will live on within her. My heart tells me Lucy will play a part in creating the change you and I seek. My faith tells me that you will be smiling down on us the whole time.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br />Barack Obama</p><p><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;"><br /></span></p> <br /><p><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">God bless Rebecca, and Lucy. God Bless our President and his family. Let us tend to that small flicker of Hope that remains alive, in ourselves and in one another, tenderly and with the greatest vigilance. We might all be surprised.</span></p></div></div><p><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;"> </span></p><p class="facebook"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/share.php?u=http://growingintothemystery.com/barack/rebecca-hammann-writes-barack-obama/" target="_blank" rev="caption:`Share on Facebook`"><img src="http://growingintothemystery.com/wp-content/plugins/add-to-facebook-plugin/facebook_share_icon.gif" alt="Share on Facebook" title="Share on Facebook" /></a><a href="http://www.facebook.com/share.php?u=http://growingintothemystery.com/barack/rebecca-hammann-writes-barack-obama/" target="_blank" title="Share on Facebook">Share on Facebook</a></p><script src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/?i=http://growingintothemystery.com/barack/rebecca-hammann-writes-barack-obama/" type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script>]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://growingintothemystery.com/barack/rebecca-hammann-writes-barack-obama/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>3</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Last Night, Hope Was Born</title><link>http://growingintothemystery.com/african-american/last-night-hope-was-born/</link> <comments>http://growingintothemystery.com/african-american/last-night-hope-was-born/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Paul Hampton Crockett</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[African American]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Barack]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Good Morning]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Maya Angelou]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Michelle]]></category> <category><![CDATA[first family]]></category> <category><![CDATA[new day]]></category> <category><![CDATA[poem American]]></category> <category><![CDATA[pride]]></category> <category><![CDATA[barack obama]]></category> <category><![CDATA[dream women]]></category> <category><![CDATA[eloquence]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fragile hope]]></category> <category><![CDATA[long long time]]></category> <category><![CDATA[morning god]]></category> <category><![CDATA[morning joy]]></category> <category><![CDATA[new beginnings]]></category> <category><![CDATA[stream down]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://growingintothemystery.wordpress.com/2008/11/05/last-night-hope-was-born/</guid> <description><![CDATA[The incoming first family of the United States of America. Tears stream down my face, with happiness. I am a mess! and I know I am not alone. We love them already, and our relationship has only just begun. We are on the verge of an unprecedented leap into a field of pure possibility, and [...]]]></description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><br /></span><a href="http://growingintothemystery.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/god-bless-barack-michelle.jpg" class="floatbox" rel="floatbox.438"><img style="display:block;text-align:center;cursor:pointer;width:400px;height:268px;margin:0 auto 10px;" src="http://growingintothemystery.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/god-bless-barack-michelle1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The</span> incoming first family of the United States of America.  Tears<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"> </span></span>stream down my face, with happiness.  I am a mess! and I know I am not alone.  We love them already, and our relationship has only just begun.  We are on the verge of an unprecedented leap into a field of pure <span style="font-style:italic;">possibility</span>, and that was probably inevitable, one way or the other.  Some might call it free fall, sure enough. <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-style:italic;"> </span>But still.</span>..</p><p>Because Barack Obama will be in the White House, everything will be different.  We now stand a chance.  As I listened to him speak last night, utterly transfixed, this thought dawned on me: <span style="font-style:italic;">"We have a leader."</span> And, as I dare say time will show, a genuinely remarkable one.</p><p>My heart is full.  For this morning, joy is enough; I will not aspire to eloquence.  For that I will turn to our great Maya Angelou, with the poem delivered by her back in January of 1993 on the occasion of President Clinton's inauguration.</p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4hZ0GnfFgw/SRIflFA60qI/AAAAAAAAAmE/fmxCoDeeuFw/s1600/Maya-Angelou-Inaugural-Poem.jpg" class="floatbox" rel="floatbox.438"><img style="display:block;text-align:center;cursor:pointer;width:320px;height:209px;margin:0 auto 10px;" src="http://growingintothemystery.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/maya-angelou-inaugural-poem.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Here follow parts of it:<p style="color:rgb(102,204,204);"> <span style="font-weight:bold;color:rgb(51,204,255);">Lift</span> up your eyes upon<br />The day breaking for you.</p><p style="color:rgb(102,204,204);"> Give birth again<br />To the dream.</p><p style="color:rgb(102,204,204);"> Women, children, men,<br />Take it into the palms of your hands.</p><p style="color:rgb(102,204,204);"> Mold it into the shape of your most<br />Private need. Sculpt it into<br />The image of your most public self.<br />Lift up your hearts<br />Each new hour holds new chances<br />For new beginnings.</p><p style="color:rgb(102,204,204);"> Do not be wedded forever<br />To fear, yoked eternally<br />To brutishness.</p><p style="color:rgb(102,204,204);"> The horizon leans forward,<br />Offering you space to place new steps of change.<br />Here, on the pulse of this fine day<br />You may have the courage<br />To look up and out upon me, the<br />Rock, the River, the Tree, your country...</p><p style="color:rgb(255,204,153);"> Here on the pulse of this new day<br />You may have the grace to look up and out<br />And into your sister's eyes, into<br />Your brother's face, your country<br />And say simply<br />Very simply<br />With hope<br /><span style="color:rgb(255,204,0);">Good morning.<br /></span></p><p style="color:rgb(255,204,153);"><span style="color:rgb(255,204,0);"><br /></span></p><p style="color:rgb(255,204,153);"><a href="http://growingintothemystery.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/sshot-1.jpg" class="floatbox" rel="floatbox.438"><img style="display:block;text-align:center;cursor:pointer;width:320px;height:213px;margin:0 auto 10px;" src="http://growingintothemystery.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/sshot-11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p><span style="font-weight:bold;">God bless</span> Barack and Michelle as they step forward, carrying our hearts and fragile hope with them.  God, keep them safe and always in your hands.</p><p>And help us open up our hearts as we've not been able in a long, long time, most especially to one another here at home.  May our very first act be to consciously reach out a hand of sincere friendship and honest compassion to each and every one of our fellow Americans, and may we consistently keep on doing so.    We are each and every one of us essential.  Remember this absolute truth, please, and keep it with you (for it is an enriching thing):</p><p>None of us can ever really know which singular soul will rise up to help us or those we love when most needed, or somehow assume a leadership role, smaller or larger, and lift up the country, or lead us toward some remarkable breakthrough.  That being the case, why allow our petty or well-worn assumptions to silently slam shut such doors of possibility?</p><div style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://growingintothemystery.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/freedomisnotaprivilegeemail.jpg" class="floatbox" rel="floatbox.438"><img style="display:block;text-align:center;cursor:pointer;width:320px;height:210px;margin:0 auto 10px;" src="http://growingintothemystery.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/freedomisnotaprivilegeemail1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color:rgb(102,204,204);font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="color:rgb(102,102,204);">Freedom is Not a Privilege </span> </span> 1998       P. Crockett<br /></span></div><p><span style="font-weight:bold;">In</span> time, all will come to understand that, as of last night, <span style="font-style:italic;">all </span>Americans are part of, and take a personal stake in, a huge victory.</p><p>Many good people have been made afraid of the very idea of President Obama.  This is not their fault.  Let us not judge them, nor keep on taking the bait of continued shadow boxing.  We need not agree.  But we all thrive with respect, and each want to be heard and understood.  Just now, on this beautiful morning, I feel like there is all the room in the world for all of us.  And, we are all needed.</p><p><span style="font-weight:bold;">The</span> huge and often dark lessons of the last eight years cannot and should not be forgotten, it is true.  But today, thank God!, is a new day.  Let us embrace it, eyes, heart, and arms wide open.  To one another, to the world.</p><p>The time is <span style="font-style:italic;">now</span>. It is all just beginning.</p><p>Let's make it good.</p><p>Amen.</p><p class="facebook"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/share.php?u=http://growingintothemystery.com/african-american/last-night-hope-was-born/" target="_blank" rev="caption:`Share on Facebook`"><img src="http://growingintothemystery.com/wp-content/plugins/add-to-facebook-plugin/facebook_share_icon.gif" alt="Share on Facebook" title="Share on Facebook" /></a><a href="http://www.facebook.com/share.php?u=http://growingintothemystery.com/african-american/last-night-hope-was-born/" target="_blank" title="Share on Facebook">Share on Facebook</a></p><script src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/?i=http://growingintothemystery.com/african-american/last-night-hope-was-born/" type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script>]]></content:encoded> <wfw:commentRss>http://growingintothemystery.com/african-american/last-night-hope-was-born/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>4</slash:comments> </item> </channel> </rss> <br /> <b>Fatal error</b>:  Cannot redeclare class JSMin in <b>/home/phc1737/public_html/wp-content/plugins/w3-total-cache/lib/Minify/JSMin.php</b> on line <b>53</b><br />
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