The gray and melancholy morning expressed the despair that hung heavily in his eyes, which, soft with sorrow, explained that his livelihood – the tumbling and plunging curves of land, which annually offered corn, pumpkin, squash, tomatoes, and sunflowers to the vaulted sky – had to be sold. I sunk like a stone. Much like every parcel of land in the surrounding area had been in the last two decades, so too would this natural world, abound with the magic, mystery, and peace that cradled my childhood, become plotted, developed, and divided.
It is the saddest day when sacred lands like this, which map the story of the Earth with their solitude, grace, and beauty, are casually razed and carpeted with gravel, tar, and concrete. I seek to stop, or at least slow, man’s steps into the world’s now withering reservoirs of natural life – to protect the rights of the land, sea, and skies that cannot speak for themselves.
In order to begin the process of change, it is integral to meet others with the same vision, to write tirelessly on that vision, and to inspire within the national and world community the importance of preserving mountains, forests, fields, rivers, and oceans. My dream is to connect with others from around the world whose lives depend on these natural realms – either for livelihood, pleasure, or beauty’s sake – and communicate their endless reverence and fascination of nature into words and actions that could, hopefully, make a difference.