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I am Here...

I am Here…

As I watched the beautiful buds the past few weeks glow and grow... I pondered thoughts as I meandered my body outside, alone feeling March had been February through April. I heard a high amount of birds chirping and life in this winter. It seemed uncanny. Yet, with my nightmares and dreams that at times collage during sleep... They tell me intuitive truths. Will we ever listen to the sounds of the earth screaming for our attention? I ponder, nearly every day of my life, that question. I am a tree hugger, born and living in New Jersey...Not the most tree-hugger of states. But yet, that is where I reside, and have with few exception for most of my nearly six decades of life here on earth. I yearn for clean air. I see the despicable things us humans do with very little thought to this miraculous wondrous thing we call earth. We make excuses to pollute beyond what is necessary. We get offended when someone points this out to us. Some claim, there are other worries at hand now. I beg to differ. I am not here to be popular. I could care less of popularity. I am not here to be loved. I may be here, though to Love. That is true. I am not here to be your hero, even if I am in your mind. I am here to rescue silently. To risk all with practicality and Love. I am here to serve a greater Source than many state they serve. Yet, while they run their lives with fear and apprehension. I have no time for too much of that. I know what my quest is. And I know what my Blessings are. And I know what kind of earth I wish for others now and after I am long gone.---Jody-Lynn Reicher


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