There is always hope. Do not let the weight of all that has and can go wrong. Instead reach for what you can do. Yes, a single match can set a forest fire, but what that teaches us is that a small spark can be mighty. And if you can't do anything today, remind yourself that there is tomorrow and the day after and the day after. You will have your chance to to act as that small flame of hope for our great mother, the Earth.
Just over a year ago Coal died. Early in the week I tried to sit down and write about my old dog. I found I couldn't. I struggle with the the fact that forgetting is a part of grieving and healing. When I was 15 my friend Sean died. After a time no one talked about him and I was furious. I was young and I could not understand how people had "just forgotten about him". It seemed like a betrayal. It made the loss real. I wanted to hold on. More then 20 years later, I still remember him. Memory is strange. I doubt everything I remember about him is accurate. I remember some odd, disconnected pieces, like standing in line with him to get our report cards. I have no doubt there is much I've forgotten too. What comes first to my mind is Sean's goofy laugh. The memory that comes first and strongest, when I think of Coal, is security and comfort. I would lay on the floor with him. Sometimes I'd give him a hug, and sometimes push my face against his big furry body and...
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