I give thanks for my wife and my kids,
and the land, and the house that we call home.
The bees that pollinate the flowers, the trees that grow,
the weeds that heal, the seeds that spread.
I give thanks for the talents and skills
that I have cultivated and grown.
Critical thinking, grafting, and gardening of the self
DIY Loving, mending, and building of life.
This Good Earth is my home,
It is where I come from and where I end.
It is star dust and water,
saw dust and food.
Compost and manure,
Veggie and fruit.
Mushroom and meat.
Worm and bug,
Chicken and duck.
Apple and orange,
Leaf and root.
It is freedom. It is health.
It is endangered. It is sacred.
It is our home, and we only have one…
We may be at a place in history, that someday is remembered as a turning point. A time when we realized how far our nation had fallen into fascism. A nation ruled by racist, sexist, and homophobic bigots and killers…
Let us move on, and shed the extra weight of intolerance and bigotry. No, we don’t have to all be alike, but we need to learn how to live together and celebrate our common ground…
Let us listen to the land. We are as much a part of nature as polar bears or dandelions. Let us once again find our place in this grand experiment. Let us leave a bigger handprint, than a footprint and take a proud seat in the counsel of nature…