Below is a brief thing written by a young man I 'know' from our local Occupy days. Im still acquainted with him via faceslap and I literally just saw this on my feed. Sharing here without his knowledge or consent, but Ill fix that, it's early.

Im considering inviting him to join us here but blogging is so, ya know, old school, heh. He's, sigh, one of my favorite people on the planet, and being the recluse old lady that I am, I rarely see him in meatspace but that is due to various factors on both our parts. Such is life. It's still nice to know though... we are legion.

Looking over a bunch of old occupy photos for a video interview project I'm working on. Looked through a bunch of old tweets. It brought a lot of memories back. Some of it seems so naive now. A lot of it I miss. To look back now it all seems so clear. I remember the feeling, something I never before and have never since felt. An unquenchable thirst for action, unending energy and enthusiasm. A community. There was so much hope in those photos. All I had was a smartphone and a laptop and I did as much as I could with both. It blows me away to look back at how much of it I ended up documenting. And then there is the fall off. Pictures of every day life. The heart of activism. No more pictures of the encampment. No more signs. No more police. Just life. And that is what we are left with until even that gets taken away. That is what we struggle for. Friends, family, comfort, food, health, peace, joy, and freedom. Freedom to exist. The point of all this rambling? I don't know. That it all goes on. That the past is clear, but our future is not. And that is why we must continue to struggle. For our future. For each other. Look back and draw strength from all you have learned. If I felt the pulse back then in September 2011, I feel it now. It is beating faster, like the wings of a great falcon soaring high into the air. We rise... Unite.