High Hopes
Oki and good evening. I hope all is well, enjoying the summer breeze. The rain has stopped for some, perhaps for others it has just begun. As we breath in the air we two leggeds try so hard to destroy for profit, the trees that speak as our elders we slaughter to mass quantity, destroying the stories told by generations to generations, I am left with a feeling of hopeless refrain only to grasp seconds of clarity from what remains. As we walk further through our own individual journies do we grasp what whispers call out from the winds, the cries of our mother to each one of us as her children? Somewhere beyond the darkness there is a light, life does go on. Step by step, breath by breath, we can make a difference, one thought, one word, one action at a time. So before you purchase yet another wasteful item, take a good look at what you already have and ask yourself, do I want this now, or do I want my children to run their hands over our mother with love? Do I need this now, or will my grandchildren listen to the old ones in the meadows of dreams.