Some bits n bobs from the effort to keep our home free from open-pit mining
Dear spirit, dear life, dear light, dear magic, dear friend, dear teacher, dear possibility, dear almost…. When I first heard your voice in my imagination, I saw the possibility of your many outcomes. I saw your many little faces, and your many little fists. I felt a longing for your creation stronger than any tide I have felt before.
listen to me
I can see the future is shifting
the horizon is calling me closer
take this moment like it is all you have
for tomorrow is promised to no one