The trees, says Kirwan, tell a story. https://time.com/5694648/ghost-forests-climate-change/?utm_source=pocket-newtab They will come to us one day, our descendants, and ask WHY. And thir lips will move but their voices will be whispers of agony and disbelief. WHY did you take away our planet before you left, mother, father, grandmother, grandfather? What will we say? Advertisements
I’m in Caldwell, TX, and I’ve been made to feel welcome.. http://www.instagram.com/p/B2rjXIvB12L/
Today I’m having to look at grieving again. It’s my mother’s birthday and one other thing. How do we know when to let go and when to hold on? I talk to my #mother inside my head sometimes. But I can’t hear what she’s saying so I have to make it up.