It is a grief over the fate of the Earth that contains within it a joyful hope, that we might reclaim this Earth.
What is buried in the past of one generation falls to the next to claim.
We are nature. We are nature seeing nature. The red-winged blackbird flies in us.
I am not so different in my history of abandonment from anyone else after all. We have all been split away from the earth, each other, ourselves.
War starts in the mind, not in the body.
Each life reverberates in every other life. Whether or not we acknowledge it, we are connected, woven together in our needs and desires, rich and poor, men and women alike.