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February 2026
January 2026
BEACONS OF HOPE - The Dump Trucks of the Eaton Fire
01/29/2026
Exploring the Hidden Trails Together: The Pasadena Village Hiking Group
01/28/2026
Five Years of Transformative Leadership at Pasadena Village
01/28/2026
For Your Hearing Considerations: A Presentation by Dr. Philip Salomon, Audiologist
01/28/2026
Hearts & Limbs in Zambia
01/28/2026
Lost Trees of Altadena Return Home
01/28/2026
President's Message: WHY the Village Works
01/28/2026
TV: Behind the Scenes
01/28/2026
Trauma to Triumph
01/28/2026
1619 Group Reflects on Politics, Climate, and Democratic Strain
01/23/2026
How Pasadena Village Helped Me Rebuild After the Eaton Fire
01/10/2026
Status - January 6, 2026
01/06/2026
Quality of Life
By Sally CurriePosted: 05/27/2021
We weren’t meant to live like we’re living.
We weren’t meant to lie and to Tweet.
We needn’t alter our psyches
With drugs that we buy on the street.
Why do we shoot little children
And folks who were just in the way
And fell at the hands of a madman
When bullets began to spray?
Where are the sensible people
Who can put politics aside
Enact laws to stem the violence
By which we must all abide?
Our culture has passed its summit
It’s careening down the slope
Of rapid degradation.
I feel there’s little hope
If people are shamed for their color,
Not valued for what is within.
We need to write a new chapter
But where can we begin.
When some preachers say that hatred
Has become the Way
And QAnon has its believers
Who let it control their day.
When fear is a dominant factor
At every level of life.
That angst is a great motivator
And sets us up for strife.
How can a rational person
Live in a crumbling world
Without feeling disillusioned
As they are growing old?
Each day I feel the heartache
Of stark reality
I face the facts and marvel
At such insanity
How can I deal with hurt inside
My stomach’s in a knot.
I now must face the falsehoods
That I had long been taught.
I cannot die a peaceful death
While hungry children cry.
I will pass still wondering
And weeping asking, “Why?”
Sally Currie
