THE EARTH IS SACRED



"There is no quiet place in the white man's cities.  No place to hear

the leaves of spring or the rustle of insect's wings.  But perhaps be-

cause I am a savage and do not understand---the chatter only seems to insult the ears.  And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the

lovely cry of a whipporwill or the arguments of the frogs around a

pond at night?  The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of… Continue

     Look into the eyes of your children and remember you were once like them, innocent and full of

wonder and hope, and think of what we owe to them and what we owe to those who came before us.

And then look in the mirror deep into your own eyes and see the part of you that is holy and still capable

of being honest enough to see we do not have answers to life's real mysteries and though we are sometimes afraid and feel small like the true children that we are, we also know we… Continue

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