While we continue to subsist let us create things that reflect a cherishment of Home and of all Life. Make it a celebratory creation. Make it worth repeating, not some gadget or plastic thing. For my family, all, for my grandsons, I will create a better tomorrow, not a memory, but a present that they might cherish. It is so incredibly simple. What on (H)eartH must we have been thinking with our over-consumption, our impractical inventions, our virulent rage from having forgotten our kinship to all things? I may not have been there for my children or Michelle, but I'll be damned if I don't create/do something worthy for all! (You can't make up for it, Scribbler! It was too long ago to do anything about it now, I mean you're no longer a spring chicken...) Malarkey! I'm not trying to make up for my past, I'm trying to do what I should have done all of my life! I should have remembered who, what and why! The where is Heavenly Home. The w
(The Weaver's Song)