Hope . . .

About 1,900 km from where I'm posting this blog entry there’s a narrow forest road that meanders through the northern boreal forest. At the very end of that road there's a little village. Look closely and you'll see that this little village has stores, homes, cars, a bank . . . all of the amenities that you can image the local forest fairies who live here might need on a day-to-day basis.

It's wonderful.

Of all of the things that I’ve discovered on my forest walks over the years, this is by far the most significant one. 

It shows me that love, kindness, environmental consideration and imagination are not just welcome here, they have a home here. 

What I admire the most when I visit this village is that the urban planning board for this village is made up of parents who helped their children imagine and create this village . . . and in the process are raising inquisitive, sensitive and imaginative children who are FAR more likely to grow up to be considerate, responsible, inclusive and visionary leaders. 

I should add, before I go, that the primary industry in this village, as well as others like it, is to nurture and disperse seeds of hope throughout the world. Especially during troubled times when the seeds and weeds of doubt are everywhere. 

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NOTHING LASTS FOREVER. NEITHER THE GOOD TIMES NOR THE BAD TIMES. 

PEACE.  LOVE.  UNDERSTANDING.