Monday, February 8, 2016

As of 12:00 a.m. January 1, 2008, this blog became archival.

On February 8th of 2016 I published some of my previously unpublished notes, pardon any repeats.

A second blog in regards to the ongoing recovery process can be found at

Thank you for your readership.

Jah Bless.

your PlanetarySister


Previously Unpublished Notes

In my experience....

In New Orleans, inner spaces hold you differently. 

They are designed to offer a respite from the sun, 
they are cooling, 
dark without being somber
 - mysterious - 
comforting whilst offering sensory feelings of safety.

AND THE UNIVERSE LAUGHED... Notes from New Orleans

Previously Unpublished Notes -  October 2007


I guess the universe has decided I am to rest a few weeks longer.

Last Friday I was able to finally place my order for Internet access. Hurrah! Friday night I turned on my laptop and my laptop would not turn on.

On Saturday I took my laptop which is only 4 months old to Circuit City the Toshiba authorized dealer and was told it would be 2 - 4 weeks until it was returned to me. I cancelled the Internet access on Monday....

I make plans....

I have been spending this time, resting, eating really well - my own version of macrobiotic cooking, purifying my body, mind, and spirit and watching a lot of movies.

I haven't been to the movies for years and got myself a Blockbuster movie pass for the month - $30 and I can watch all the movies I want, and I have. I have deeply immersed myself in the alternate realities of films for diversion and I continue to strive to empty my mind and be in the moment. It is working. Just this morning as I was coming into an awakening state I could feel my mind processing thoughts concerning stories waiting to be written and photo's I have wanted to share, without my consciously doing so - they are waiting to be told. Not yet... the universe answers in my waking moments.

I am grateful that I have been sent some wonderful feral kittens (and some older cats) who come and visit me nightly for treats. Three of whom now eat out of my hand and allow me to touch them! They have been spayed and neutered by a neighbor Michelle and another neighbor who pays for the neutering and then they are re-released. My sweet neighbor Mary feeds the neighborhood cats. I am hoping by taming the feral kittens that perhaps someday they could be adopted. Now that they know that humans can be loving and kind, perhaps they will find themselves homes.

That is all for now.

How I miss writing.

But if I am going to serve, then I must remember the rules, and one of them is that I am the vessel and as the vessel, I must wait for the will of the universe. Thy will not mine...

In Peace.

Your Planetary Sister


 Previously Unpublished Notes - 2007

To my dear readers:

I should be hooked up to the Internet by the end of next week - @ October 19th 2007.

I have continued on with some of my volunteer commitments, ended others, and have been resting. I have also begun photographing in the last week and look forward to sharing some beautiful, some profound, and many touching images of New Orleans and the people who are rebuilding their lives, many amongst intense challenges.

My heart and the creative aspects of my self have missed blogging and I know that every moment of resting, recovering and waiting, until the right moment, to begin again, will give me the energy, clarity, and wherewithal I need to be able to share with you my perceptions of what I see happening in New Orleans and the rebuilding processes I encounter.

Thank you for your readership and well wishes.


Your Planetary Sister.

 Previously Unpublished Notes from 2007

What will you be doing on August 29th 2007?

Let's get out into the streets and let the nation and the world know, "everything is not okay in New Orleans!

"When was the last time you drove through the 9th Ward? Through Desire? Through the areas where "affordable" housing sits empty? How about St. Bernard's parish and further south? The gulf coast?

Don't let the media and public relations firms that are designed to "enhance" the tourist experience frame what the nation and the world sees going on!

Let yourself be seen!

On August 29th - photograph and video what your neighborhood looks like!

Organize your friends, family members, co-workers - fellow volunteers and get into the streets!

Life's most persistent and urgent question is, 'What are you doing for others?'

--Martin Luther King. Jr.



 Unpublished Notes from 2007

I have been witnessing the craziest thing lately...

It seems that there are people associated with non-profits, .orgs, and other helping agencies who seem to react to my work, to my presence with a "cliquishness" for lack of a better word. It feels as if there is some sort of consciousness of ownership, and even the thought that this is what I am perceiving is very bizarre.

Has anyone else who has been a volunteer worker ever encounter this phenomenon? I would assume Rainbow Family members might have experienced this in the past, before their remarkable service work after the levee failure flooding post-Katrina. (They are my inspiration, I heard about what many family members did last year at a regional gathering - from that moment on I was inspired by the possibility that I too could just be "me" and come and help.)

I had thought, until recently that we were all one big helping community, that we were here to "help" and "serve" the needs of the people of New Orleans. I naively thought that those who were involved with "helping" were not supposed to be competitive, political, and/or ego driven.

I am surprised to become aware of the fact that there seems to be a "clique" of organizations. How do I know? Many have decided to ignore me or oddly yet, 'compete' with my presence.

If I may, there is nothing to "compete" with. My work is to serve anyone in need, usually those who are homeless or those who do not know how to access the available help. I ask for nothing in return. I work alone and have no funding, therefore I am no threat to any 'organization'. I am here to serve the people of New Orleans through my work on this blog and my work in the streets. I didn't realize until recently that there seems to be a secret committee who decides who is "in" and who is "out" when it comes to helping.

I once learned that the word compassion comes from the Latin "compassio" and it means to "suffer with".

Aren't we all in this "together"? Isn't the reason many of us are even in New Orleans volunteering is to "be with" those who are suffering and in need?


OVERHEARD in the 9th Ward

"Those of us who cannot dream have nightmares."


Report Card from


 Notes From 2007 Previously Unpublished

I met George with a journalist in the early summer of 2007. I was driving the journalist around the 9th Ward and we went into the Desire area, via Piety/Louisa street.

The heat and heat index this summer was mind numbing in New Orleans. We met George as we were driving down the street and we saw him outside of his boarded up house pulling up weeds with the back end of a hammer, whilst leaning on a cane.

Something intuitively told me that we were to get out of the car and meet this man. I was in a state of disbelief as I watched this elderly man try to pull up the weeds with the back end of a hammer, something about this act hit my heart particularly hard.

We got out, and introduced ourselves and began talking with George, he began talking about his life and suddenly broke down emotionally, both I and the journalist moved closer to him and gave him a hug as he tried to regain his composure.

Somehow my heart intuitively and emphatically understood that the suffering this man I had just met had been through, and going through. It was extraordinary, for a man to cry in this way with strangers, for a man who was strong enough in his pride for home that he would get out there in the sweltering heat and humidity, with a cane and a hammer to weed his property, well I knew this was no ordinary event.

 One of my greatest regrets is that I have not been able to help George more. My second regret is that I brought someone to him to help him cut his lawn, which is very important to George, the person I brought was a local whom I thought I knew. They negotiated a price and what needed to be done, I went over the details as I had learned that George likes things a particular way, like the grass being bagged and the bags being put by the curb. The man told George he would be back the next day to finish the work and George not only paid him but gave him and extra $20. This man not only took George's money but never came back even after I spoke with him and he made false promises to me that he would. George took it in stride, he has had experiences of people not being truthful with him. I took it hard. I brought someone to this kind, trusting man who trusted my word and the person I brought to him lied to him and ripped him off. Yes this is my greatest regret regarding my hopes to help George.  I will try to find volunteers until I can find someone trustworthy enough with a good work ethic who will take on George's lawn cutting for him.


A person can live in many large areas of the city
 of New Orleans and be insulated 
against visions of suffering.

- SoulJAH postkatrina2007

Unpublished Notes 2007

What Ever Happened to Mrs. G?

I am writing this in 2016 to let you know why I stopped after a very long time, helping Mrs. G with the final stages of her rebuild.

As Mrs. G.'s  stress induced symptoms of Alzheimer's (undiagnosed) increased, she began accusing me, the only person who ever helped her without trying to hustle her, of stealing papers she needed and could not find. I was the person who originally gathered the paper work that was needed to get her rebuild monies, made sure it was completed so that she received her monies, as well as bringing in volunteers many times, to clean away debris, as well to finish rooms in her house after contractors stole her funds and left her house unfinished.

The accusation would have been tolerated as where many times she went into extreme agitation, as I had been dealing with similar related scenarios since I had been helping Mrs. G.

I stopped helping her because in memory loss induced state she became confused as to where the papers were and called Momma D a local representative of the community, who came with a couple of young men to film me, the accused, "a white person who came to rip off the elderly and poor of New Orleans post Katrina flooding".

No matter what I said, Momma D would not hear that during the many months I had spent helping Mrs. G, in her stressed induced (undiagnosed) Alzheimer's state, which often left her confused and very agitated, that she would often forget where her papers and other belongings were. As the young men with Momma D were filming the entire episode, I am sure there is a copy available of a very angry me, shocked and defensive at being so accused, saying in a more heated version what I am saying now.  I found it all extremely ironic as I never saw either Momma D nor any of these young men were ever on site helping Mrs. G, either to do the paperwork or helping in the rebuild. This was the first time I ever saw any of them and how I was treated was off the charts in rudeness and righteous smugness.

I get how frightening it was for Mrs. G, a 75 year old woman to be living in the neighborhood she was, practically alone on her street, trying to organize her rebuild herself. Yet the utter coldness and the way I was treated by Momma D and her 'film crew' and the months of helping someone with memory loss and extreme agitation, made it impossible for me to help Mrs. G any longer. I was depleted. In the end after Mrs. G.'s FEMA trailer burned down, killing her dog whom she loved fiercely, she did move in and I visited Mrs. G a few more times. 

Mrs. G was in her home with her family photos all around her, yet the struggles of the rebuilding experience alone at her age, took something out of her. The sparkle and shine I saw in her eyes when I first met her was gone. I will never forget how my heart would feel as Mrs. G would sign Gospel songs to me, the two of us sitting in her FEMA trailer, making plans to get her in home again, those moments of spiritual intimacy are forever marked in my heart.

I loved Mrs. G dearly and am grateful to have been a part of her life. Out of all the elderly I helped, Mrs. G was given most of my time and energy because of the love my heart felt for her.

DID YOU HEAR WHAT I HEARD? Housing Conservation District Review Committee Meeting, City Hall, New Orleans 2007

Previously unpublished notes from 2007

This issue is so core to our humanity, and the vitriolic hate for the people who once lived in the housing slated to be demolished by HUD/HANO makes it even more of an imperative for those who do care to help those who cannot help or speak for themselves.

The following are my perception's of what was being asked of the Housing Conservation District Review Committee. I'm not very politically plugged in so I don't know everyone's name, as such, I will not be able to credit each thought individually - it will be a collective of inspired thoughts expressed at the meeting.

"Let us remember the dignity of every human being".

"We are fighting to let people know that we are human beings."

"We are the people that helped build this city."

"We are United States Citizens, human beings, and we are trying to get home."

"Housing is a human right. Affordable housing is a human right. On Human Rights Day join with people struggling for housing and the right to return."

"Give us time to work out a solution."

These buildings should be protected historically.

Are these buildings (brick housing structures) so far gone (70% structural damage in each building) that they should be demolished? Has each building been inspected according to the 2610 ordinance? Review committee answer:"No."

"This is about taking a moral stand for what is right."

"Sometimes, the will of the masses (many in the city are strongly for the demolition of the public housing structures), can't prevail." "We have working poor people living in tents, cleaning up in the morning and going to the hotels to work."

"We must do what is morally right. These are human rights that no one should question."

HUD stated while people were on the rooftops that we are going to shut public housing down."

"You are not only destroying our houses, you are destroying our lives. People are dying everyday."

"Open up your hearts, we want to come home."

"Such buildings should be preserved where ever possible."

"The buildings were made in a way you cannot afford to build today."

"HUD is tearing down buildings that look like Lafitte."

"HUD has a track record of demolishing without rebuilding. They are planing to demolish these buildings without a master plan to rebuild."

"When you demolish everything it creates a larger problem for the homeless and the displaced."

"217 buildings with 4000 apartments. Which have not been inspected for 70 percentile of damage according to ordinance 2610, and no signed contacts of anyone who will fix up the buildings."

"The historical significance - we could bull doze the French Quarter and put in a mall, but we don't. These are some of the most structurally sound buildings in the city. These brick structures are in better conduit than the wood homes surrounding them."

"Estimated 12 thousand homeless in New Orleans."

5o thousand families living in 240 square feet FEMA trailers.

100,000 homeowners who haven't gotten any Road Home monies."

"This is neither moral nor legal according to the National Historic Act of 1966.

"We went through why we feel demolishment is necessary."

"This is about the 'revitalization' of New Orleans."

"Don't do this on the backs of the poor..."

"It’s easy to take a moral view when things are easy. But we find out who we are when no one else is looking. With each step we are removed from the cruelty, we remove some of our humanity."

In the end... the historic brick buildings were demolished and put up in their places were less public housing units which the locals called "blow away" houses.



Previously unpublished notes from 2007

Holiday Inn New Orleans:
"A stones-throw from the French Quarter"

This is the visual experience Holiday Inn has created of your initial view from the Super-dome. The Holiday in owns command of space and place in New Orleans.

This has been the "view" from the lobby and street of the Holiday Inn New Orleans.

The view will be changed on December 21 when the fence is completed and the homeless are fenced out."

What I have been trying to figure out is why the City and State feels compelled to fence off this area where the homeless has been staying. They haven't awarded any contracts, they are going to store equipment there that is sitting somewhere else until March.

And why couldn't they wait until January 2, 2008?

Why at Christmas?

"After the fence is built, the state plans to prepare the site for the first phase of demolition: the removal of lead, asbestos and other hazardous materials. That contract, which has not been awarded, will cost an estimated $1.5 million; the work should begin in February. "

"Work under the $2.8 million demolition contract, which also has yet to be awarded, is slated to commence in March"

"State officials said the fence is needed to secure the heavy equipment that will be moved onto the construction site..."

The Redevelopment of New Orleans and the African American Families Who Helped Make New Orleans Internationally Famous

 Previously Unpublished Notes from 2007

Just because the former residents no longer live in the neighborhood I am now living in doesn't make them strangers. Many were her long before the levy flooding post- Katrina, have strong ties to this area and Mt. Moriah Church.


Affordable housing needs are even more severe today, particularly for renters. More than half the city's rental housing stock was damaged or destroyed, and rents for the remaining units have risen substantially. Many low-income families who were struggling before they were displaced by the storm have been unable to return to the city because they cannot find an affordable place to live. And those who do return are likely to face severe hardship. (Popkin, Turner, and Burt 2006).

Federal, state, and local officials have all expressed a commitment to the safe return and a better future for displaced residents. But without affordable housing options, these commitments cannot be fulfilled, and the redevelopment of New Orleans will be stunted and inequitable. It will exclude a substantial share of the city's long-time residents, many of whom are African American. The absence of a major segment of the workforce will undermine the recovery of the region's economy. Key workers, including those involved in providing health care, child care, and public education may not be able to return, limiting the availability of services that everyone depends upon for a decent quality of life. And the vitality of New Orleans will be eroded by the absence of families and individuals who played key roles in creating and sustaining the region's unique music, art, and cultural traditions

Jonathon Lockett School

 Previously unpublished notes from 2007

They want to demolish Jonathon Lockett School.

People are rebuilding their homes around the school.

The school is an historic site. Only African American school children in the 9th Ward could go to from 1929 due to integration laws.

The argument against demolishing this school - children will come to Jonathon Lockett School - Habitat for Humanity is building homes around it.

Other Related Notes - Promise of Vouchers

Milton Freeman. The Promise of Vouchers. Wall Street Journal 12-05-05

Big Easy Money: Disaster Profiteering on the American Gulf Coast. 9/06

Jeff Duncan "The Unkindest Cut" Times-Picayune 3/28/06

A Mogul Who Would Rebuild NOLA, Gary Rivela, NY TIMES 9/29/05

"His determination to exploit the crisis in New Orleans to advance a fundamentalist version of capitalism" - on Milton Freeman

For more than 3 decades,  Freeman was waiting - selling off perceives of the state to private whilst citizens were still reeling. pg 6

The Ideological Privatization and Ethnic 'Purification' of New Orleans

 Previously Unpublished Notes From 12/2007

Many of us were first introduced to the suffering of the people who are now being affected by the Bush Administrations ideological "privatization and ethnic purification" of New Orleans as we watched residents suffer on roof tops for days without food and water, begging to be rescued.

When "We the People," saw how our government treated those who were caught up in the flooding due to the levee failures, we literally got up off our couches and came down, (and continue to come down in the thousands), to New Orleans to help, with great compassion.

What the nation has not witnessed since the levy failure flooding post- Katrina, is how two years later 'certain' areas of the city have been left to "rot", where in most cases the people who live there have and continue to live in poverty - i.e. the working poor and the poor, whose population is primarily "African American."

Do my statements sound dramatic? Too 'liberal'? What I am witnessing has nothing to do with politics or drama. It has to do with 'human dignity" and the the rights promised to all of us as "We the People" regardless of our race, creed, or wealth distribution.

I continue to be "shocked" (yes shocked, as I have not yet been de-sensitized to ideological and racist cruelty which flourishes around me), as I photograph the neighborhoods where the inhabitants have all but been left to "fend for their own", their schools left boarded up, few stores opened, no local hardware stores to help rebuild, no local medical, as Charity Hospital has been closed.

At the same time in this city lovely blue flags announcing the "Louisiana Rebirth" fly from picturesque Victorian shotguns in the Garden District as inordinate amounts* of Latino and Hispanic workers, very few who speak English, and very, very, few Black New Orleanian's, make repairs, renovate, landscape and beautify the homes of the middle class and the wealthier inhabitants of the city New Orleans.

*(There seems to be an inordinate amount of Latino/Hispanic workers in the city after the levy failure flooding - this city for all intents and purposes, has a majority African American - Black population. Yet in my daily travels through the streets, especially 'Uptown' and the 'Garden District" the workers/crews I see painting, sanding, remolding homes, landscaping, etc., are 90% Latino/Hispanic, often with a "Caucasian" crew boss or contractor on site.)

THERE... ALL BETTER NOW. Housing the Homeless.

 Previously unpublished notes from 12/2007 - Published 2016

I haven't said anything about the homeless as I can't compete with with the surreal reality of local T.V. News - everything is going to be okay for the homeless after tomorrow.

They are going to hotel rooms - for how long?

They will be going to shelters and missions? Many people can't take another nigh at the homeless shelters, that is why living in a tent in the center of the city was better than those alternatives that were there all the time.

Without psychiatric beds, where do you think the mentally ill, the drug addicted, the chronic alcoholics, the broken of our society are going?

Yeah, everybody is feeling all touchy feel-y good about the homeless.

I am stocking up on hand warmers. Cause not that everyone believes the Christmas fairy tale that the homeless have all been helped, they are still out there.

And I will still be helping them.

I'm sure brand New Orleans will have the homeless cleared away in time for the Sugar Bowl.


Public Housing DEMOLITION.

Previously unreleased notes from 2007.


"I am tired now all the time."

Mrs. Gaines, 76, on rebuilding on her own in the 9th Ward.

Previously unpublished, released February 2016


Previously unpublished notes released February of 2016

I received this video in an e-mail from Bill Quiqley's mailing list. I was so deeply affected by what I saw,  perceived, and heard in this video, that I found I needed to stop everything I was working on as "all systems" overload within my brain and my heart impeded my moving forward until I processed the energies I had just taken in.

I got on my bike and pedaled as if I was in a big hurry to get somewhere for about an hour. After an hour of manic pedaling, it came to me that it was now time to get quiet and pray. 

I questioned the leashing out of the forces of darkness which can work through the minds, mouths, and hearts of human beings who are not fully conscious and aware of who they are as embodied souls. Human beings in this embodied unconscious state, I have learned, can become tools and mouthpieces for the foulest of words and the darkest of deeds.

Racist LSU fans @ BCS Bowl, 2008

New Orleans Post-Katrina - Recovery is Relative

 Previously unpublished notes from 2007 released in 2016

A man rolls up on his bike as I am photographing the close school at Urquhart and Clouet in the upper 9th Ward. I can tell he is not sure whether or how to approach me until I smile and say hello.

His face lights up and he greets me in return.

He asks if the house I am photographing is mine - well aware of his every neighbor, every owner, in this four block radius around the school.

"No," I tell him, "I write a blog and show photo's of the ongoing suffering two years after the levy failure flooding in NOLA."

He, says to me, with apparent joy in his eyes, "were doin better here then they are in the Lower 9th Ward, people are comin back."

AS I drive away the door to his home is open and I look in, he is living in the shell of his home. The people of New Orleans once again teach me the true meaning of humility.



Monday, December 31, 2007


As of 12:00 a.m. January 1, 2008, this blog will become archival.

The only time I may post here after this date, will be instances where I post photo's/essays relevant to 2007 taken from my notes and photo's.

I am actively posting on the New Orleans ongoing recovery process at

Thank you for your readership.

Jah Bless.

your PlanetarySister

Saturday, December 29, 2007


"In the Pink" - a landscape of hope in the Lower 9th. If you look through the following archival post links you will see the areas before these wonderful pink packages arrived and may be able to more fully appreciate what Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie and their partners have brought to this section of the 9th Ward where so many died and suffered after Katrina and the levee failures.

The traditions of hope, dignity, and inspiration, continue in this next phase of the rebuilding of the Lower 9th.

A few quick updates:

120 homeless people got HotHands for tonight as we are getting cold weather and rain. Thanks and blessings to those who made that possible...

I may have one person who can go over and help Daniel, in response to the CraigsList adI placed in the volunteer section. I put it up hoping that someone could help Daniel (see following posting Daniels Lions Den). No one else has replied... :>( (sigh)

Peace. Jah Bless.


You will find links to previous postings that are able to illustrate what this community looked like from April to November of 2007. (And much of this area still looks the same - except in pockets where individuals are rebuilding and where community groups secular and religious, have come in to help the community. The only presence of Government help that I have seen are the 9th Ward soldiers - I don't even know if the city council remembers the area especially the small businesses. There is a shocking absence of drug stores, hardware stores, fast food places - the Kentucky Fried Chicken sits empty, etc. - shocking as the people in this community are doing everything they can to rebuild, Emergency Communities and Common Ground has given much in this effort as well as Brad Pitt's green project as well as the religious community. 3 new business in the area. NO Walgreen's, No Ace Hardware, NO Family Dollar, have sprouted up in anticipation - there is something ethically and morally wrong in my opinion when I see businesses popping up in the sections of the city that the city and state deem desirous in order to promote "tourism" and gentrification). Perhaps after viewing the photo's in these posts, you will understand my incredible joy at seeing the pink landscape of hope ...


GROUPINGS OF PROPERTIES (St. Claude "business" district - lower 9th - November of 2007)
(the other side of Tennessee where the structures of houses survived)
(The other side of Tennessee Street from where their neighbors are "in the pink").
(by goin home cafe on St. Claude - lower 9th)

(Tupelo Street)

(slab of concrete and wreath)
(last picture of school - Louis Armstrong)
(2nd picture of chair by open front door of yellow house with couch at the open window - last picture of school yard).

Feel free to use any of these images, quotes and images, or stories. All that I ask is that you source the blog

If there are those who would ever want to do some type of exhibit, I have more photo's that can be used in an exhibit. I would need assistance to compile the photo's. Again all that I ask is that the blog gets the credit. As for me, I am a planetary sister who wishes to remain anonymous.

I see and deeply feel the blessing and healing that is occurring in this area of New Orleans which has touched my heart very deeply. And pink is my favourite color - has been for years and years...

Jah Bless.


Friday, December 28, 2007


This is what I was able to capture today as I gave Penny who is going to spend some time helping me with a photo project, the 'tour' from Metairie to the Lower 9th Ward. When we met Daniel and Wethanna, well we stayed for quite awhile and I am really glad we did. He has been shouldering a lot or responsibility and seem to need to just talk about what has been going on, what he trying to accomplish, what it is like for his wide and children, what it is like for him, everything he wanted or needed to say almost got said (except when I interrupted as he was a wonderfully insightful and kind man to 'converse' with.)

I was making a lot of noise in the car when I crossed over the Claiborne bridge and saw all the pink tarping and the solar panels in the Lower 9th. I never knew the name of the area - I never associated the many photo's I have taken over the summer months with the "Holy Cross" area of the lower 9th. I thought it was on the other side of Claiborne. (If I wasn't so tired I would link some of the many posts with photo's from this area, but "the kettle's on the boil, and were so easily called away...") Imagine my incredible joy when the area I have found poignancy and beauty in is the area where the pink tarps are!!!!!

I am so excited to see more and photograph what is going on. I am going in the morning and if not too tired by evening will download the photo's of the 'Green' community Brad Pitt has put his celebrity behind and it seems by the beautiful pink color - his heart - into.

Here are some meanings associated with the color pink that I am going to publicly 'project' onto those awesome pink packages in the lower 9th:

PINK: Loving - Compassionate - Tolerant - Universal Love - Approachable

I especially relate the following qualities of the color PINK to the experience I had seeing all those wonderful pink bundles and the solar panels...

Pink is said to reduce aggression, irritation and anger.

Subtle hints of pink are beneficial in areas where self-love & self-worth are needed.

Calms agitated states

Releases aggression & anger

Creates a loving environment

If you have ever been to this area of the 9th Ward then you would understand how perfect the color PINK is for the area.

Bravo to everyone involved in this worthy project.


I met Daniel and his wife Wetahanna on Tolendano Street in the city of New Orleans today. I felt drawn to his street when I saw all of the "affordable housing" that was sitting empty in their neighborhood. Which is one block from C.J. Peete. Daniel and 2 other neighbors are the only ones on his block trying to rebuild. The other properties on the block are owned by a local church (the brick building next store which has structural damage, which is worrying for Daniel and his wife as their children play in the driveway and the brick apartment building is right next to his house. Daniel by the way, takes care of the neighboring property to keep it looking as clean and orderly as possible.

Daniel is doing almost all of the carpentry work. He had a cousin who was an electrician, do the electrical, and as so many thousands have experienced in the rebuilding process, the electrician never finished the job...

Daniel tells me that he suffers from head colds a lot now. He heard that one of the symptoms is an increase in head allergies., His whole family is being affected by the formaldehyde levels in the FEMA trailer. He is not out running his business right now because he needs to get his wife and three children (two are 19 month twins, one is a 14 year old girl) out of the toxic trailer. All 5 of them live in the FEMA trailer you see in the slideshow.

Daniel has his own business, he has his own flatbed truck (for hauling), but his says that he doesn't want to be out on the roads exhausted after working full time on his house and rebuilding it. And he really needs to get his wife and children out of the toxic FEMA trailer. And he needs to work to support his family. Daniel is also working on having "affordable housing available" as this house has 3 apartments in it, once his family gets moved back into their home. he has applied with the Road Home to be put on the apartment search listings for potential renters, and will accept Section 8 vouchers. It's funny how things work out - I stop to photograph a street because of all of the empty "affordable" housing sitting there and meet a man who is trying to do something about it. He even spoke of his dream of buying the building next store and leaving 2 of the apartments vacant for people who are "transitioning" who need help to get on their feet. his idea is that they would need to be working to stay there and they could stay rent free for 2-3 months until they got on their feet. Then he would take in new groups of people. Rotating in those who are trying to get on their feet and rotating out into the community, those who are on their feet and ready to get their own places. His eyes light up as he tells of his dream. He also tells us of how he took care of his children for Christmas but even more important he tried to help out other children. He spoke of working parents who can't afford shoes for their kids and their struggles to survive to take care of their children. He and Wetahanna are good people.

If your reading this posting and you are living in New Orleans or Baton Rouge or are coming down to volunteer, and you have some sheet rock and finishing experience - he is a good man who could use a good deed. Here's my thoughts on Daniel having a few planetary brothers and sisters he has never met come and help him would go far, he is a man who shoulders much responsibility for his family and others with integrity. The end of his Katrina-levee failure story could end with a good deed at the end for he and his family...

Contact your Planetary Sister by e-mail and I will put you in touch with Daniel. This is a time sensitive project. Any volunteers would need to be helping during the next 2 weeks - today is December 29, 2007. I would say if you are going to respond, then getting on the site before the 10th of January would be great.

Thursday, December 27, 2007


Mrs. G went to her Road Home closing 2 weeks ago and was awarded her road Home Money. Yahooooo! She has a double shotgun to finish, then she will need to replace all appliances, refinish 2 tubs, etc., then replace some of her furniture - (I have been finding recycled free pieces - actually really nice pieces from the curbs of "Uptown" and from friends who have left the area).

Thanks to my mechanic Paul from MA who sold me (on a monthly payment plan - your awesome Paul thanks for the blessing) the 90 Volvo station wagon before I came here - I scoffed at its "station wagoness" when I first beheld it - now I laugh each time I pull over to the curb after seeing a great piece left out for "free". I have hauled furniture couches, love seats, china cabinets, speakers, let's just say the Universe provides and I pull over and pick it up to distribute. Right now I am driving around with about 200 albums that were left out for trash in the upper 9th. If the family does not return I am trying to find a cultural center to give them to as it is a wonderful collection from the late 50's, 60's, and 70's. As eclectic a collection as their previous owners must be.

Now that Mrs. G's Road Home money has come in, I am steering very clear - (as part of the messiness that manifested in my helping her this summer had to do with her relationship with her family who did not help her but also did not want me to help her, you know how dysfunctional family dynamics play out) - well, I won't go near her or the house until she spends all, if not most of her Road Home money; as her family has clearly shown that they do not understand my motives, nor my work; and as many people in New Orleans have been ripped off - including Mrs. G - I think her family (and even Mrs. G ) can only perceive me through a perceptual filter that does not have a conceptual knowing of someone helping without an ulterior motive. Someone helping from love. I'm not worried, she is a strong old bird, she has an ability, even with the onset Alzheimer's, to remember with uncanny clarity who she believes has hurt her - so I don't think she will be giving out any loans with her Road Home money - at least I hope she won't. This woman has been through so much with people stealing from her, making false promises, and dealing with those closest to her abandoning her. I hope this will be the end of her tribulations. She has suffered so much. She was awarded half of what her house was previously estimated at (I helped her with the last parts of her Road Home process and paperwork which led to her closing and I saw what a shockingly low assessment it was) - this does not count a lifetime of belongings and the contents of her double shotgun, which she used to rent out the other half to an elderly woman who has passed on since Katrina/levee failures. Yet it is enough to get her back in, finish both sides of the house, furnish both sides with appliances, and furnish her side with the rest of her furnitures, etc. When the other side is finished she can rent it out again as she survives on SS and SSI benefits.

I hung out with my friend Ulla today for a few hours over at my place. This is Ulla out back of my house in the city, I was learning how to operate my camera. Ulla was 7 months pregnant when the levees broke. She had to abandon her house - which was flooded out to the mid section of her porch. She was alone except for another woman friend of hers. They evacuated out, ended up in Wisconsin, then back down to LA, where she found temp housing, gave birth on October 5 2005. Whilst raising her son on her own, she has had to rebuild her house. This was her first Christmas back in her house and it took much from her to get here. She worked at her job and was very hands on in the rebuilding of her home. She is a woman whom I admire for her strength, her creativity, her kindness, her caring for the well being of others. As a friend she 'gets me' and we crack each other up wiht laughter. Bless sister. Perhaps one day she will share her Katrina/levee failure/flooding/evacuation/rebuilding story with us... Hmmm.... Ulla? Ulla....

I passed by Mr and Mrs. G's ("Lord Help Me to Hang in There" posting) in the Upper 9th the other day. They must have recently gotten their Road Home money also as there was a huge pile of debris on their front curb. The old boards on the one side of the house had been pulled out, the window frames, etc. Perhaps they will be back in their home by the spring. I'll try to get by and talk with them and get the scoop!

I posted an add on
New Orleans CraigsList in the volunteer section to see if I might get some help with a pretty big (for me) photo essay project I would like to do to leave on this blog at the close of 2007. I got two replies and if you are gonna only get two replies then the two I got are the best. One is a woman from Boston, Penny who just flew in to New Orleans today. she is going to help me for a few days whilst she is here (this is her 3 visit to the Gulf Coast since Katrina and the levee failures. In the photo essay I hope to show the rebuilding process and how it varies demographically (its really uneven). The other person who replied to my Criagslist posting is originally from Ethiopia who lives in CA and goes to university there. He is in TX visiting his brother and wants to come to New Orleans for a few days to see what is going on here and is willing to come with me when I shoot on Wednesday and Thursday (our upcoming 'clear skies' days)and help me. They are both affiliated with colleges - so the quality of help I am getting is above par!

I wrote a letter to my spiritual community in MA and to some of my friends asking if they wanted to would they consider making any kind of financial gift so that I could purchase
HOTHANDS for the homeless. I received a little over $300 which will bring about (2) cases of 240 each (480 pairs) of HotHands and 50 mylar blankets for the freezing weather and the cold raw days to come. I know where to find many who live on the streets and I can also find people when they go to do their wash and shower, or at the shelters when they go for a meal. I was sent one case of 40 HotHands from a woman I never met, Janet, who is a friend of my spiritual community and 40 people stayed warmer that night on the streets. There are 2 cases that I had ordered 2-3 weeks ago (a personal gift for me to spend how I wanted - I took out $60 from the $200 and tithed it out for the blessing) from Matthew and Corinne, these 2 cases are in limbo somewhere in the postal system. Even my beloved spiritual teacher Julie, was trying to get some HotHands to me trying to find a local supplier when she heard how hard it was for me to get the HotHands to New Orleans before Christmas, but she couldn't find a local supplier where I could just go and pick them up after she paid for them over the phone.

Today I got very good news through Jeff Meyers from
Meyers Supply, he told me that he has an overnight shipment coming to me by tomorrow so I have 1 case on hand and then he sent out another 240 pairs and 50 mylar blankets from his CA supply so I would be set. I just met Jeff on the phone over a week ago when I tried and failed at getting the HotHands here before we had those 2 bouts of really cold days/nights, and before Christmas. I was really sad on Christmas eve when I realized that none of the HotHands I had ordered were coming before Christmas. Jeff after witnessing the unbelievable events that were occurring in my endeavors, got even more involved in helping me personally and he has made it possible to get many more HOTHANDS with the $300 I am able to give to him, and he has included 50 mylar blankets and I have to wait until I see the sales receipt, but I think he also covered some of the shipping.* His generosity will never be known to the people I am helping - but the energy of the intention behind his actions - I am very sure, will touch their hearts. Gratitude and thanks Jeff and to my beloved spiritual family for their initial donations that sparked the actions that followed which is going to bring 480 instances of warmth in the upcoming cold nights to come and 50 blankets to help the homeless people of post-Katrina and the levee failures, through the raw weather.

*I just got the receipt from Meyers Supply and Jeff Meyers has put in the 50 mylar blankets and not charged me, he has doubled in HotHands what I had available through financial gifts in offer for payment, and he did not charge me for the overnight shipping. Are you feeling all warm and tingly inside, just as I am, reading this? The whole HotHands phenomena for the homeless came out of manyhands and manyhearts who care. And I get to do what I love, meet with the homeless, speak with them, offer a few hours of kindness in their otherwise difficult existences. And my hand in giving will represent in intention and love, the hands of many. When life is good, it is so very good.

Okay, it is 10:29 p.m., I'm pretty weary. Even so, it is Thursday night - the night I go out to dance with Jah - Reggae night. So I am going to sign off.

Jah Bless.