BEGIN:VCALENDAR VERSION:2.0 PRODID:-//InvisionCommunity Events 4.7.23//EN METHOD:PUBLISH CALSCALE:GREGORIAN REFRESH-INTERVAL:PT15M X-PUBLISHED-TTL:PT15M X-WR-CALNAME:RMWorkCalendar NAME:RMWorkCalendar BEGIN:VTIMEZONE TZID:Europe/London TZURL:http://tzurl.org/zoneinfo/Europe/London X-LIC-LOCATION:Europe/London BEGIN:DAYLIGHT TZOFFSETFROM:+0000 TZOFFSETTO:+0100 TZNAME:BST DTSTART:20250330T020000Z RRULE:FREQ=YEARLY;BYMONTH=3;BYDAY=-1SU END:DAYLIGHT BEGIN:STANDARD TZOFFSETFROM:+0100 TZOFFSETTO:+0000 TZNAME:GMT DTSTART:20251026T020000Z RRULE:FREQ=YEARLY;BYMONTH=10;BYDAY=-1SU END:STANDARD END:VTIMEZONE BEGIN:VEVENT SUMMARY:March Equinox GOOD NEWS CALENDAR DTSTAMP:20250619T114700Z SEQUENCE:0 UID:352-5-c3fe8195a3dde498d013e477e2142422@aalbc.com ORGANIZER;CN="richardmurray":troy@aalbc.com DESCRIPTION:\n \n  The March Equinox is always between March 19th and March 21st  in the year 2021 it was on is March 19th 11:49 pm EST UTC -5 \, it is the beginning of spring in the northern hemisphere\, fall in the southern hemisphere \n \n\n\n\n \n  share photos of art OR text of fic tion \n \n\n\n\n \n  The photos can be to->\;sculpture/knitting or se wing/graffiti/tattoo or any craft depicting Black people in fall in the so uthern hemisphere\, any country <\;south america/caribbean/africa/sout h asia/australia>\; OR  Black people in spring in the northern hemis phere\, any country <\;north america/europe/northern asia>\; \n \n\ n\n\n \n  The text can only be fiction based on the following: Black per son or peoples at the first day of spring or fall  \n \n\n\n\n \n AALBC STORY  \n \n\n\n\n \n https://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/entry/261-march-equin ox-art-or-text-craft-parade-good-news-blog/?do=findComment&\;comment=87 8  \n \n\n\n\n \n Story 2 https://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/entry/261-eostre- art-or-text-craft-parade-good-news-blog/?do=findComment&\;comment=890    \n \n\n\n\n \n Story 3 https://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/entry/261-eostre -art-or-text-craft-parade-good-news-blog/?do=findComment&\;comment=891   \n \n\n\n\n  \n\n\n\n AALBC\n\n\n\n  \n\n\n\n VERNAL EQUINOX TALE 20 20\n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n https://flickr.com/photos/kanaristm/29353776801/\n\n\n \n It is the beginning of Spring in a small southern town in Mississippi. A home older than one hundred and fifty year\, made to be a tombstone to a n old world but used to bloom a new one\, glisten in the light.  As movem ent abound in the house\, floor boards creak. The man in the house awaken\ , with noise or confusion. The people in the house notice the noise and se arch for it. An axe break through old wood and light shine on the man in t he house\, for the first time in one hundred and twenty-four year. A stron g male hand offer itself and the man in the house take it. The man in the house is fatigued\, facing a clan in shock.\n\n\n\n \"Who is this?\": a si lver haired black woman ask.  A little boy and a teenage girl take a phot o and post it online.  \n\n\n\n \"Stop that you two... I don't know grann ie\": a heavy-set man ponder what to do and ask: \"who are you?\"  \n\n\n \n \"...Jonas\": The man formerly in the house reply.\n\n\n\n \"Where do y ou come from\, how can we help you?\": The heavy-set man ask.  \n\n\n\n J onas look at the house and reply: \"This is my home\, at least 124 years a go\" All but one in the modern clan laugh or giggle. Grannie tell them all to shush and she think\, and ask a question.\n\n\n\n \"Are you the Night warrior?\"\n\n\n\n Jonas look toward Grannie\, incredulous. Grannie contin ue:\"Our family have a tradition. One that was taught to me by my mother\, it is of the telling of the Night warrior\". Everyone look to Grannie. Sh e begin to hum.\n\n\n\n \"Oh be a McDowell\,  \n\n\n\n oh run on the road \,  \n\n\n\n the ghosts are coming to kill you\n\n\n\n don fret my girls\ , don fret\n\n\n\n The Night Warrior will save you\n\n\n\n waiting under t he step\, waiting under the floor\"\n\n\n\n waiting till one hundred and t wenty four\"\n\n\n\n Jonas ask her: \"Was more said?\"\n\n\n\n \"No\, but I never forget asking my mother the same thing\, she said her mother told her\, the same thing she would tell me\, the Night warrior will know\"\n\n \n\n Jonas ponder the words from Grannie. Grannie gesture to everyone else with her hand and they all obey.\n\n\n\n \"Wait Chelle\": she grab her gr and neice:\"help him get set up in the attic ok\"\n\n\n\n Chelle smile at Jonas.\n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n https://www.blackplanet.com/riprene2002/photo/2000 455418\n\n\n\n She escort him to the attic and hand him toiletry and other items and tell him: \"take it easy\, grannie will be up here to explain m ore things\"\n\n\n\n ...\n\n\n\n Jonas worked all morning on the farm outs ide the house he was in\, doing what he know how to do: till the land\, wo rk the land\, be the land. It is the afternoon and Jonas ponder the world he is in. He ponder what became of his community. Grannie filled him in: d isappearances\, hangings\, pain\, fights he didn't agree with\, fights he is sad were lost. He confessed to Grannie why he was put to sleep. He was meant to be a tool in a future that never was. A blooming that never becam e. A priestess from New Orleans asked the spirits to plant him the home\, the house be his shell. He wanted an all-out fight but his sister said no. She had lost her husband and daughter and was not about to lose her niece \, Grannie's mother. After one hundred and twenty four year he can arrive and start the fight. But Jonas realize\, he has no one to fight alongside. The modern Black want to battle absent a physical blade. What does a warr ior of the blade do? He see the heavy set relative to Grannie outside the Horse bin.  \n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n https://www.blackplanet.com/AyeDrayDray/pho to/2000434450\n\n\n\n \"Josh\, I will take Mamba out riding\": Jonas infor m Josh.  \n\n\n\n \"ye ok\"\n\n\n\n The horse has one mind with Jonas and come to him. Jonas get on and gallop gently away. Josh shake his head\, n ot knowing where this will end.\n\n\n\n Jonas and Mamba are casual near th e river when Jonas see a riverboat. The name strike him:\" Cassie's Cry\". He remember Cassie was the name of the priestess. She told him\, he would have to look for her in the future. He only told his sister about it. Jon as tell Mamba to go home and jump into the river and intercept the riverbo at. Two crewman guide him on the ship. He asks\, do they know who this riv erboat was named after. The two crewman do not answer\, but take him to a sitting area\, with some people gambling. Jonas sit patiently\, alone\, li stening to odd machines. The door open and a hippy woman step in\; she wal k over to him and lean over\, smiling in his face.\n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n https: //www.blackplanet.com/sexy_shyjade/photo/1101583505\n\n\n\n \"Interesting\ , leave us\": she wave her hand and crew man leave\, only a few customers present\, and she continue: \"well \, Jonas\, it is you \, isn't it\"\n\n\ n\n Jonas is excited and start to be inquisitive\, but is interrupted.  \ n\n\n\n \"I am not Cassie\, she is my mother\"\n\n\n\n Jonas look surprise d and the daughter to Cassie continue: \"After what she did for you\, do y ou doubt her abilities?... I can take you to her\, but you will have to wo rk on the riverboat\, small labors\, you may even enjoy the kind of world on this boat\". Jonas accept and shoveled some coal and waited on customer s\, black or white on the way to Baton Rouge.\n\n\n\n ...\n\n\n\n The Daug hter to Cassie\, escort Jonas from her riverboat to a simple house. She le ave him waiting in a second floor room for Cassie. After a time\, Cassie a rrive.  \n\n\n\n \"Bonjour Jonas\, it has been a while\": Cassie sit next to Jonas and continue:\"... yes I look a little younger than when you saw me last\, it happens when you're a priestess\"\n\n\n\n \"... It was a was te of time... a total waste\": lament Jonas.\n\n\n\n Cassie smile: \"A was te\, your wrong\, if you had died\, a rare person would had been killed to soon\"\n\n\n\n \"Yes\, but why didn't you save others\": yell Jonas.  \n \n\n\n \"Everything in nature has rules\, and the natural side unnatural a re in nature\, thus all have rules\"\n\n\n\n \"So... what am I to do\"\n\n \n\n \"Live your life\"\n\n\n\n \"WHAT! I am told black children were foun d burned alive\, not too far from here and your reply to me is Live Your L ife\"\n\n\n\n Cassie snap her finger.  \n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n https://www.blac kplanet.com/Skyyee44/photo/2000440967\n\n\n\n The room go colorless and Jo nas is unstable at the sudden change. Cassie snap her finger and normal vi sion return.  \n\n\n\n \"... I just don't see what to do\"\n\n\n\n \"My d ear Jonas\, bloom\, you must bloom\, a one hundred and twenty four year bl oom\, your bloodline still own that house\, make it more\"\n\n\n\n Jonas i s not convinced but he spend the day at Cassie's before he head back up ri ver on the riverboat.\n\n\n\n ...\n\n\n\n Days later  \n\n\n\n Jonas is t illing the land\, being one with the land. Grannie ring the bell for every one to come inside for breakfast. Jonas bump into Josh\, Chelle\, side oth ers. Everyone is hungry.  \n\n\n\n Grannie ask Jonas to bring something f rom the refrigerator. Jonas acquire it\, but is intercepted.  \n\n\n\n \n \n\n\n https://www.blackplanet.com/Chocc115/photo/2000270158\n\n\n\n \"You are not boring\, old man\": the interceptor press against him slightly.  \n\n\n\n \"I need to bring the lemonade in\": reply Jonas calmly.  \n\n \n\n \"what is wrong?\": question the interceptor.  \n\n\n\n \"Nothing\, but I realized I am a seed\, I don't need to rush my growth\, and your ado pted mom\, will not like you messing around with me\"\n\n\n\n  CAST\n\n @ Skyyee44 Cassie\n\n @sexy_shyjade daughter to Cassie\n\n @AyeDrayDray Josh \, heavy set relative to grannie\n\n @Chocc115 adopted daughter of grannie \n\n @riprene2002 as Chelle grand niece of grannie\n\n\n\n  \n\n\n\n If y ou like more of my stories check out my Short story collection series\n\n\ n\n https://www.kobo.com/us/en/search?query=Richard%20Murray%20Short%20Sto ry%20Collection&\;fcsearchfield=Series&\;seriesId=014c67c4-d29d-584e -ada0-62c0fa015714\n\n\n\n And I am on Bookbub\n\n\n\n https://www.bookbub .com/authors/richard-murray-16885e64-6c28-459e-bf5f-45c7d458ce49\n\n\n\n  \n\n\n\n Deviantart\n\n\n\n https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/journal /Vernal-Equinox-2020-tale-834328255\n\n\n\n Tumblr\n\n\n\n https://richard murrayhumblr.tumblr.com/post/613000215536992256/most-times-when-the-spring -come-i-know-it-by-the\n\n\n\n Tumblr Stories\n\n\n\n https://richardmurra yhumblr.tumblr.com/tagged/submission\n\n\n\n DeviantArt Stories\n\n\n\n ht tps://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/journal/?catpath=/\n\n\n\n  \n\n\n\n S TORY 1\n\n\n\n  \n\n\n\n Most times when the Spring come\, I know it by t he trees. Many colors\, many flowers\, vibrantly coloring the world. It is a common arrangement. But\, this spring \, it is worse. It is one hundred and twenty-four days since the arrival of the first elf. Let me show you on my phone.\n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n \n\n She just popped up surrounded by this w hite light. Did she drop into the white house? no. Did she drop into the U nited Nations\, perhaps with a powerful electronic or mechanical assistant \, perhaps even boss? no. Did she make herself known anywhere the televisi on people or movie people alluded to in the past? no.  She made herself k nown in the women’s bathroom at the local park\, at Riverside. Police an d some three-letter people arrived but she seemingly had no worries or nee d to worry.  It took a while but someone asked her a simple question\, wh y is she here?\n\n She said it is a secret\, and then disappeared\, reappe aring and disappearing per her desire throughout the one hundred and twent y-four day. Now\, whenever you go outside you may see something like this stranger.\n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n \n\n I could had asked\, did you know\, flowers are growing around you\, blossoming more by the second. I did not ask. At least like so many of the others\, he seemed content with the magical gre en flung all over the city. But I forgot his plight quick\, when I saw her . This big chocolate orange leaf floating around little orange leaves.  \ n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n \n\n She paid me no mind\, and was totally focused on pla ying with her fellow leaves. I pushed myself on her and asked her name. Sh e said\, Onluleon. I loved the way she sounded it better than the way I th ought it. Onluleon I watched for hours playing with the leaves\, never tir ed or concerned with any other. I left my bench and went back over to her\ , asking. You know it is the beginning of spring. She looked at me dumbfou nded. But\, she didn’t ignore me\, and took me by the arm. She went to a purple tree where a songbird was grabbing nectar.  \n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n \n\ n She asked me: “isn’t she lovely”\n\n “The tree”: I replied.\ n\n “No\, the tree is a he\, I meant the songbird”\n\n I guessed she w as right. I was happy just getting this time in. The songbird suddenly fel l onto the ground and bloomed into a woman. The purple leaves coating her\ , with some sticking to her hair.\n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n \n\n I asked the former songbird\; how does she feel. She simply stared at me and whistled away. I tried to go after her but I felt stiff. Too stiff to move fast. Onluleon \,I bet an Oriole at one time in her life\, started sniffing me and I rea lized I had a flower growing out of me. I hobbled back to where I saw that guy and I realized he was no longer there\, but a small blossomed tree sa t in his general location. I wondered if he even comprehended me and how l ong did I have to be comprehended. I called for Onluleon and shook her fai ntly. I was frightened as I saw my vision covered in leaves. It all occurr ed to me\, that spirit was going to turn the human into the plant\, and th e non-human into the human. One hundred and twenty-four days to bloom\, an d we all missed it. I missed it. If I can no longer think like before I se ttled my mind knowing that I will have time as a tree to bloom into someth ing else later. A cardinal\, turned into a ballerina for my last sight. \ n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n  \n\n\n\n  \n\n\n\n STORY 2\n\n\n\n  \n\n\n\n Once lon g ago\, a beautiful forest bloomed in spring.\n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n But what fe w humans knew back then and fewer know now is that the trees can make the fairy folk bloom. But it cannot be any fairy\, it has to be the one hundre d and twenty fourth fairy in line from the last one bloomed. Meaning\, if a fairy bloom\, only her 124th descendant in line can bloom after her and so forth. Fairies are tiny and thus sometimes\, a bloodline end and only s pecial magic can force a blooming. But that special event is for another s tory. This story is about Asukume\, and how her bloom survived. Asukume wa s the 124th descendant of the last fairy to bloom with the beautiful fores t and she was very happy.\n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n She imagined all the great thin gs her blooming can do. Unlike most fairy folk born from the flowers in a forest\, when a fairy bloom\, that child is not a fairy but a umoyuswi. Th ey can make fairies even stronger and thus lie the danger. Some fairies be trayed their parents and seek to control nature\, not serve her. One is Qu een Itshe. Normally in stone.\n\n \n\n\n\n She is no bigger than a walnut\ , safe from human eyes but kept hidden by her allies the squirrels. She pl aced a spell on herself to rise every 124th blooming to acquire an umoyusw i. When she rises she is a deadly grey color. \n\n \n\n\n\n But her inten t is clear. To take a umoyuswi's power\, energy\, and use it to not only r evitalize herself\, but extend her control. Forcing more to be here allies in the red-blooded tribes: humans\, bears\, et cetera.\n\n Asukume knew t he danger\, and always kept moving to make sure she was never in one spot long enough for Itshe or her squirrel spies to find her. Fortunately\, Asu kume had her baby. And in time it grew and blossomed into a fine umoyuswi.  \n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n Her butterfly wings glittering everywhere. But she was still young. In her newness\, she wanted to talk to everyone and forgot t he warning her mother gave about talking to squirrels\, and she talked to one. The squirrel informed Itshe and she came floating in. Asukume daughte r was scared at the dull white sight of Itshe\, but the squirrels held her down and Itshe began to absorb the energy of Asukume daughter. \n\n \n\n \n\n Itshe was reveling in getting her color back\, intoxicated with a suc cess that had to wait thirty thousand year. In her hubris\, she forgot one key weapon\, a name. Asukume daughter had not given herself a name\, per the custom of umoyuswi. Asukume did not know the rule but a flower did and it spoke to Asukume daughter while being drained. It told the child to ch oose a name. The squirrels were to slow in chopping the flower down and As ukume daughter chose a word she heard her mother use\, dodging through the expanse of the forest. Her mother always called the forest an ocean. And so\, Asukume daughter named herself Ulwandle. With her name\, she could do more and since Itshe had stolen so much color\, she figured she needed to keep it and she turned her into a flower\, a carnation. She turned her sq uirrel servants into one being\, a dog. And after that Ulwandle\, butterfl y wings flapping\, flew high up and promised her mother a safe return from the school in the moon.\n\n \n\n\n\n  \n\n\n\n  \n\n DTSTART;VALUE=DATE:20250319 DTEND;VALUE=DATE:20250322 RRULE:FREQ=YEARLY;INTERVAL=1 END:VEVENT END:VCALENDAR