Seeds of Hope . . .

About 1,900 km from where I'm posting this blog entry, there is an old, private, forest road that meanders through the northern boreal forest for about three kilometers. At the very end of the road there's a little village. Look closely, and you'll see that this little village has stores, homes, cars, a bank . . . all the amenities that the local forest fairies, who live here, need on a daily 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 and important one. 

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

What I admire and respect the most is that the planning board for this village is made up of parents who are actively helping their children translate imaginary concepts into reality in a manner that encourages the participants to be more inquisitive, sensitive and imaginative. And children who are 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 tiny seeds of hope throughout the world. Especially during troubled times like these when the large invasive weeds of doubt are growing everywhere. 

PEACE.  LOVE.  UNDERSTANDING.