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📸: Mriya Wildlife
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This little guy was in our backyard, hanging out after having breakfast. We believe it is a juvenile Cooper’s Hawk. It’s a humbling reminder that with all our human worries, hawks are still going to kill and eat smaller animals. Nature will go on, one way or another, long after we will.

Hope sits in the trenches, the last one standing, its teeth cracked, its knuckles bruised, its body broken; but its eyes are still gleaming with the light of a million lamps. Its heart is still beating because even here, even now, it knows that a better world is worth fighting for. - Nikita Gill

Hope is never futile - it is one of the greatest forms of resistance we have.

This is a word of warning to all of us. Left, right, or anything else.

Constantly reevaluating and learning.

How to Do Absolutely Nothing Rent a house near the beach, or a cabin but: Do not take your walking shoes. Don't take any clothes you'd wear anyplace anyone would see you. Don't take your rechargeables. Take Scrabble if you have to, but not a dictionary and no pencils for keeping score. Don't take a cookbook or anything to cook. A fishing pole, ok but not the line, hook, sinker, leave it all. Find out what's left. - Barbara Kingsolver

This poem either delights people or terrifies them.

Are you logged in under a different account? Sometimes my Google accounts decide to make their own channels on different devices.

The Peace of Wild Things Wendell Berry When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

‘The Peace of Wild Things’ - Wendell Berry (2018)

My dreams are still bigger than my fears…

Everything is on fire, but everyone I love is doing beautiful things and trying to make life worth living, and I know I don't have to believe in everything, but I believe in that. - Nikita Gill

A soft, small, hopeful thing.

I don't need to tell you this world is hard, and getting harder. We thought it would be better than this-more sensible, more neatly worked out, more righteous, according to our impeccable analysis of what righteousness should look lik And yet, here we are. No good pretending it isn't both a slog and a crisis, which is to say, wearing on every last nerve. And still, when you least expect it, you find yourself ambushed by Joy, who, tail whipping and ears slicked back to her head, launches herself into your lap, leaving you breathless and covered in kisses.

Morning poem by Lynn Ungar.

Joy.

“I don't need to tell you this world is hard, and getting harder…”