

It’s a trickle of materials into pockets,these little sticks and stones.Walking outside, book in handand feeling the sun into my bones.Small and happy, I’d sit on the stooplegs outstretched no longer coopedup in a ball of daydreams. Escaping into summer morningsI’d pick at sand and small quartz,flipping between page and trees,attending to humming birds’ courtsby…

The author reflects on the struggle to relax, the importance of perspective, and the journey of exploring burgeoning interests in climate science.

How does water connect to us? Other than as every part of our cells.

If a kid shows interest in fighting and preserving the beauty of life and the world around them, give them the tools that help them fight. You may just fuel them to find their own meaning in a chaotic world.