Like most of us, I sat in exile watching the news chanels as my beloved home town went underwater. Like most of us I got angry, sad, and frustrated by the needless suffering of my less fortunate neighbors. And I knew we still had no idea what the truth was, and we may never.

But I knew I was changed and my search for the truth was intensified. I came back to the destruction, in a funk(not the good kind)and I wandered around in confusion trying to pick up the pieces, realizing I had way too many to pick up, the bayou would have to wait. Then a series of connections, that took way too long to proceed, began.

The evolving effect of these conections is an incredible group of truth seekers, helping me, my piece of the bayou, and my community heal. I couldn't be more amazed, pleased and humbled by the resolve and commitment of strangers to come here to make a difference, and this difference is so complex, First Les, Franklin, then Lyn on the phone. Then came Niki, Ken, Carol and Mike on the bayou. And along with a colorful contingent, among others Iggy, Meg and Ivan, they recaimed the place.

I wonder if they have any idea what they are really doing. Not only are they helping allieviate palpable pain and despair, by their physical efforts, but they are reaching out to a generally intolerant comunity with their passion, openness and desire to help all in need.

To they, I say thank you for what you've done, and I thank you in advance for your commitment to continue to do more, for we are indeed in need of so much more. The initial adrenalin rush abates and the energies needed to endure in the effort are sought from within each and every one of us. I know my search for the truth has been focused by all whom I have met. There are no coincidences, no accidental meetings, only opportunities to learn and to teach. May we all continue on the path and however I may facilitate your presence on the bayou and in my community please let me know.

Sincerely, James Kevin Curley