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It’s almost May and the roses in my garden are bursting into a spread of the most beautiful colors you can imagine. From a delicate pink to Black Magic burgundy, all those beauties pop up and swell right before my eyes. And it all happens in my little-piece-of-heaven – my wonderful garden.

And the aromas? Well, close your eyes and one whiff of Double Delight can carry you to far off exotic places. It does that for me.

And it does something else.

Those aromas speak to me in secret code. They reveal hidden messages, different for each and every one of us, I’m sure. But for me, a beautiful flower in the open air, under the warm sun, makes me think of secrets, of underground caves (how crazy is that when you’re talking about roses?) where primitive drawings decorate the walls. Those drawings reveal the unseen connections that unite all kinds of people across the planet, no matter how close or how far. The drawings always speak of common experiences.

And why wouldn’t they?

We are all made of stardust. Every single one of us. Think of it: Stardust.

And we live on one planet in a vast galaxy within a wondrous universe where invisible threads reach out to every living entity, whether it’s animal, plant, rock, or even right down to the core of the earth.


Have you ever planted a tree, and as you dig you visualize that tree mature and magnificent, all the time knowing you’ll never be there when it reaches its true potential? Still, there’s something deep inside that calls to you, demands that you lay down the seeds of tomorrow. In some way, we are all connected to that tomorrow.

That feeling , that hope is passed from one generation to another and it calls for us to take care of our home, Planet Earth, to keep  it green, keep it alive, prepare it for those who are yet to come. That’s part of our mission, what we’re meant to do. We need to listen to that inner voice, hang onto it, keep it alive, not just for us, but for those of tomorrow. We have to remember that we are connected to those tomorrows, those futures, even if we are no longer here to see them.

Earth Day was April 22nd, and each year when it arrives I am hopeful because I know there are people all over the globe who are going to wake up and realize that it’s now or never to save our world from total destruction, to save all the living beings that occupy it. But as unbelievable as it is, the destruction is accelerating. That not only disappoints me, it makes me desperate. Why can’t we understand that now is the time to try to save our world, take the moment to question our existence in this vast, wondrous universe. Really look at the rampant greed that is crushing everything: Trees are dying, animals are dying, oceans are dying. And when I say dying, I mean heading for extinction.

Gone forever!

Can’t you feel it? Can’t you feel the sadness?

Those days, when that sadness overcomes me, and I feel only the hopelessness of it all, is when I wander into my rose garden. I  prune, water, and smell the flowers with their scent of hope.

When I’m there, I just know people are going to wake up, look around, and finally realize that the responsibilities for our tomorrows rest solely on our shoulders

Picture flower thru pavement.

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 Nostalgia.  We never seem to grasp the depth of life or events until they’re gone.

When a moment drifts away from our present and immerses itself into our past, it morphs into the most wonderful of times ever.

Nostalgia is tender, everything is richer. To make it perfect, we often rearrange things until they are even more beautiful. Our mind recreates the tiniest joy into something momentous and huge.

Why can’t life now be what it was then?

We were younger, smarter, stronger, and life was filled with endless dreams. Dreams that were going to make our life bigger, grander than it is. We get all misty-eyed remembering those past times —they were rose-colored with hints of shimmering gold.

Blemishes? Scratches? Imperfections? Few, if any. Not in that past time.

Nostalgia. Take me back. That’s where I want to live.

Even the seasons were the way they were supposed to be.  The air was good, unpolluted; spring meant flowers, everything would always come back to life; And what about those lazy summers at the beach, and when fall finally came with its mass of colorful leaves, it was followed by an awesome winter wonderland.

Wasn’t our world innocent then, filled with dense, oxygen-producing forests? A different planet, covered with vast swathes of green earth, unpolluted oceans with plentiful life that swam through the seas

Animals? Wild creatures? They were all there.

So unblemished. Gazillions of everything – elephants, lions, and tigers, rhinos, and plenty more. They all roamed the earth. There were so many of them that we thought nothing of shooting them, trapping them, wearing them around our bodies, hanging their dead heads on our walls. There were plenty more where they came from. Maybe it wasn’t right, but for those who liked to do that, it was a good thing not to be evolved.

And it’s true that looking back can make anything seem okay. But that was then, and this is now.

All of that is gone.


Looking out my window, at our world today without those rose colored glasses, I can’t help it, I have to ask: What kind of civilization murders and destroys what they don’t need just because they can? And the painful answer. We do. Human beings do.

Our life on Spaceship Earth, in the vast universe (we are on a rock hanging in space), continues to take us on a linear orbit and that tender, nostalgic past is never coming back.

This is the present. That’s where we are. All of us.

And those among us who continue to slaughter animals in order to take their tusks for ivory trinkets, for erectile problems, you need to really understand: In this world today, incredible beings are almost gone. The rain forests are disappearing and with them, future medicines and endless cures for human suffering, and along with their disappearance, there is the lost habitats for wildlife.

Wildlife is dying.

Humans can no longer indiscriminately mine, frack, drill, burn. Today, the air, the oceans, the forests on our planet are polluted, and climate change, with its impending disaster, is real.

Look out the window at the world today.  Look at your land. Your home in space. Our world is drying up and filled with the emptiness of drought. Along with the glaciers melting and disappearing, the oceans are becoming lifeless receptacles for trash.

Our planet is dying. Mother Earth is dying.

Wake up fellow Earth travelers. Forget the past. We’re not there anymore.

Be here now.

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