It’s easy to forget where you came from. The trees, mountains and tracks right out the door. Everyone saying to get away. My heart was too stubborn to leave. I try my best to show it to my children and grandchildren, but I hope they don’t feel it like I do. I just want them to know.
Of course, all of it is beyond my control. My new mantra, just like the downtown doctor: do no harm.
Then again that may run contrary to the truth.
It’s compassion, I want to pass on, towards the bush and other living souls. That doesn’t mean not cutting down trees or eating meat. We are animals after all.
The world didn’t get fucked up recently, it’s been that way for awhile.
My bet is still on good sense.
4 thoughts on “tracks”
‘do no harm’ yes
yes. Thanks for stopping by.
Carol A. Hand
Some days it’s hard to believe good sense will win out in the end. Still we owe it to our children, grandchildren and all we love to do our best anyway. Sending my best wishes, dear friend.
Thanks for your comment. I have faith in good sense winning out.
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