Perhaps we are all voices in the wilderness, but an ever growing chorus is becoming stronger with a new spring of awakening...voices are joining ours all over the world, speaking out against the madness which has been the paradigm for centuries...finding truth within ourselves and elders who have come before us from tribes all over the Earth...we are united in our struggles and our efforts...we become like water, a tear drop of rain, trickling at first, then becoming a stream, a river...carving through granite of denial, creating Grand Canyons...as our tributary voices merge we eventually become oceans...we may all be but a droplet but combined we are a mighty flowing force.
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As I sit staring out of the window in the woods, birds flutter by...Veterans' Day 2023
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