[Community Rights Network] One members experience:

[Michael Dean]

The signature jam in Ukiah and the pot luck in Jackson Demonstration were
both great!

In Ukiah, about 20 of us role played, working out the situation of greeting
people at store fronts. We developed apt approaches for talking with people
that invite our neighbors to tell us what they think, then if they couldn't
tell us what they thought, we started working on asking them other
questions. This had an open and positive feeling.  If you missed it, watch
for a note from Carrie Durkee, she will be conducting many more of these
training days in a location near you.

Jane McCabe told us about an event, only a few blocks away, presenting
Indigenous perspectives on water and cultural survival in California,
entitled "Salmon and Sovereignty".  Someone asked, "What will we tell
them?" Jane said, "Let's just listen and support them!" So that's what
about 8 of us did.  The indoor event was full, attended by about 80 people,
mostly indigenous and probably many more if you count all the family
members playing and talking outside.  I have never had the chance to be
with the Winnemem Wintu of Northern California and really enjoyed getting
to know them.  Robin Sunbeam spoke with Ike Heinz who offered to donate
$1000 to the Community Rights Network of Mendocino to pay for lawn signs, -
- - we're not sure how to proceed with this (as it pertains to the FPPC)
and Karina has volunteered to wrestle up some answers.  Ohhh! (apparently,
that means "Amen" to the people of the Wintu).


We had about 10 or 12 attend the pot luck in Jackson Demonstration
(counting Aly and Sue, who arrived late because of car trouble).  We talked
about the training, the Wintu and kicked around the idea of speaking with
other organizations soon.  All our conversation had the feel of a bee hive,
great listening, cooperation and care, when's the next pot luck, 'can't
wait!


So, what do I wanna say?  Oh, I know... Email leaves me flat... good,
necessary tool, but flat.  Seeing you in person? Talking to you on the
phone? Having lunch with you???  I can't think of ANYthing that has made me
happier.  Thank you for being here.  We've got a lot to do, people are
dying for what we got, let's get in touch, create community rights and
deliver.





Don't Feel Your Touch (Toronto, June 1987)





In front of a newborn moon, pushing up its glistening dome.

I kiss these departing companions -- take the next step alone.

I just said goodnight to the closest thing I have to home,

Oh -- and the night grows sharp and hollow,

As a junky's craving vein,

And I don't feel your touch, again.



To be held in the heart of a friend is to be a king,

But the magic of a lover's touch is what makes my spirit sing,

When you're caught up in this longing, all the beauties of the Earth
don't mean a thing.

Oh -- and the night grows clear and empty,

As a lake of acid rain,

And I don't feel your touch, again.



The last light of day crept away like a drunkard after gin.

A hint of chanted prayer now whispers from the fresh night wind.

To this shattered heart and soul, held together by habit and skin,

And to this half-gnawed bone of apprehension buried in my brain,

As I don't feel your touch, again.



- Bruce Cockburn
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