“The planet does not need more ‘successful’ people. But it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers, and lovers of every shape and form. It needs people who live well in their places. It needs people of moral courage willing to join the fight to make the world habitable and humane. And these needs have little to do with success as our culture has defined it.”—David Orr
I looked at the date for the first time in a long time and let the clock take me in. July is falling like the rain that I haven’t seen in months, lighting logs from both ends and watching as the moon catches fire. I decided to let go of time for a while, let it steer it’s own wheels with two feet on the pedals. It has been a good 18 days, sweet on the top and spicy underneath.
The ocean in the middle of the night — so dark that I couldn’t see the waves as they moved me up and down. I held my uncle’s hand and watched my aunt smile, and felt everything I ever needed. There is nothing as sweet as family. Tonight is one of the last nights.
Looking around me, the surroundings looked like a dome. The stars were bigger than I had ever seen back home, but I remembered this was home and maybe it was because I belong here. I wish I could stay, but I know I must go.