Friday, December 18, 2015

Friend and colleague Mary Woodbury with a nice, seasonal message for all

My friend and colleague in Canada writes today:

"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery. ''
-Cormac McCarthy, ''The Road''
Let's continue to hold peace in our hearts for humankind and strive toward ensuring that Earth is a "still" place, not a "once" place.
Thanks for your words, stories, and environmental consciousnesses and activism that have enriched the lives of many.
Happy New Year!


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