I have met this great friend, who has now become my brother, from Krishnanagar, India. He has begun an art school for the village children with this hope: “I only want to serve the coming generations to be taught with good intentions for building up a good humanity….if we can establish an art school for the ignored generations I hope human characters will change for the future.”

In this time of global upheaval, a worldwide pandemic, and Mother Earth in such pain, I find Shekhar De’s optimistic attitude for the children in his village and his dream of an art school amazing , inspirational and hopeful!

Please help me improve his WordPress site! Any suggestions will be greatly appreciated! Thank you so very much, dear WordPress friends!

I have tried to help him by setting up a blog on WordPress. Unfortunately, I have become a bit rusty in keeping up with how WordPress functions. And I am at an impasse! And the general question & forum guide isn’t any help and I do not seem able to find a Live Person in WordPress Company to help. Is there such a person?

If you go to his site, you will see that I am stuck in “Edit” mode! His WordPress site is: https://shilpapathart.wordpress.com

This is WHERE I need YOUR HELP ! Can someone tell me how to get out of Edit Mode? Please help me help Shekhar De!

While you visit his site, check out his art and if you so inclined or able, consider purchasing his personal art which he is selling so that he can build an art school for the village children and buy their art supplies for them. He wants the forgotten children of our world to have a chance at life! Thank you!

His WordPress site is:

https://shilpapathart.wordpress.com

Thank you in bengali language is DHANYABAD or in our bengali letters ‘ধন্যবাদ’. Shekhar De joins me in saying “Dhanyabad” for your help!

Shekhar Ch. De. C/o Late Sunil Baran Dey. 4th lane B. N. Dutta, Hatarpara (near JNNYCC) . City. Krishnanagar, Dist. Nadia. State. West Bengal, Pin. 741101. India.

Some of Shekhar De’s art:

The universe encompasses me

In this emerald blanket of silence

As the daffodils dance delightfully in the sun

The pear blossoms begging their growth

Nature is opening up to the fresh air

Now is our moment to begin anew

Not to “return to normal” a life that had been so askew

Now is our chance to reduce the “air” pollution

Now is our chance to be kind to each other

Now is the time to erase the concept of race and look into the eyes of each other and see we are ALL ONE… we are ALL human beings…we are NOT red, yellow, brown, black, white—-we are living souls who need each other!

The day begins…

yellow daffodils dancing playfully

as the Spring breeze tiptoes between them…

Then the image of a child in a detention center floods the scene

Tears streaming down her cheek, with no parent to run to…no bosom to bury her face into …no one to console…

“Where is Mommy? Where is Papa?”

No answer… and the wind continues its journey

Spring pear blossoms fill the air…

Morning Sun has touched its sprigs of new life…

Another shoeless child fills the belly of the white cloud overhead

No record of his name… too young for himself to have claimed…

Staring into the world… no direction… no affection

While in the outside world people are busy making America great again…

Filling the streets with polluting cars…hurrying to consume more and more…

Meanwhile…the whisperings of children are buried deep underneath what we call LIFE

Strawberry white flowers dot the ground… seeking warmth and rooted well…

I lay on the warm grass, feeling so free…while 6 states away a sleepless child lays on a cot, with no one to nurture her as she lays dying…o

Yes… heartless country…let us make America great…replace illegality with morality… by reuniting these children with their parents

Buenos dias! Good morning!

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https://cardenas.house.gov/ways-you-can-help-immigrant-families-and-children

https://www.aclu.org/blog/immigrants-rights/immigrants-rights-and-detention/immigrant-kids-keep-dying-cbp-detention

Humanity is suffering… but there are heroes and heroines everywhere…

A woman, a young woman once, then a mother, then a grandmother, then a great- grandmother, in her 90’s, opened her heart once more: “Give the ventilator to someone younger.”

A young mother of three and a nurse, continued to work at the hospital to save lives… she lost hers…

A young man, only 28, worked at a senior care facility…they elderly needed him… then one day, he came home to his Mother, and died in her arms…

The daycare teacher, watching over the children of those working in the hospital… developed a fever…the “invisible stalker” took her away…

The ambulance driver, father of two, drove the sick to the clinic…he never made it home again…

The grandfather, having given the best years of his life, nurturing, loving, providing for his family, his children, his grandchildren… was suddenly among the stars…

The First-Responder, working 14 hour days…using his mask over and over again, no gloves available…collapsed…leaving his earthly home…

The doctor, working non-stop, overcome with fatigue…succumbed to the fever…went into a coma…never to return

The hospital receptionist, checking people in, exposed daily to the beast…slumped over at the coffee table… never to lift her head again…

REST in PEACE … you did the “ hard thing”— you didn’t turn away when another asked for your help…

I know we should be upbeat… positive…be grateful we are still breathing… but at the same time I am feeling like death is staring me in the face…I cannot imagine the terror so many people who have died must have faced alone on the ventilators. The absolute terror their families experience…the pain of not being able to be there in the final moments for the people they love so deeply. Then not even permitted to mourn them in our usual manner…I post jokes now and then… songs & poetry now and then…in an effort to rise above the sorrow…this is just an incredible challenge to our human spirit. It very much emphasizes how much we truly need one another. When I first retired… it was a mini-version of this experience that we are going through collectively now. Some days I did not know if I would make it to the next…I needed purpose. I think this experience is not only a message for the Now—- but when it is over—- and one day it will be better—we need to remember the elderly who do live alone… the people who are isolated from society… the Homeless who feel displaced and unwanted…the parents whose children have gone on to live their lives—- it is a message to STAY CONNECTED! What we experience here among the elderly is a common thread throughout the world—- I have read many stories of people in other countries who end up in senior citizen apartments, beautifully designed—-as in Japan—serene landscaping—- but guess what? They die alone—one lady mentioned she has no one but managed to make a connection with a lady in another apartment across the courtyard. They don’t seem to really be able to visit, perhaps because of mobility issues— but she did create a somber message:”…If my window shade does not go up in the morning, you will know I have died. Please contact my family.” Imagine that is their only communication! When this pandemic takes a rest, please let us all remember to Reach Out and Stay Connected! We all need each other! …and, it also wouldn’t hurt to connect NOW with those alone!