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Though much is taken, much abides; and though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are – one equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield....

March 24, 2018 The United Nations issues four reports stating that the Earth is losing plants, animals and clean water at a dramatic rate. The Americas, Europe, Central Asia, Africa, the Asia-Pacific: none are doing well. Severe declines in the numbers of elephants, tigers and pangolins, the most visible and charismatic of the thousands of...

March 21, 2018 Sudan, the last male Northern White Rhinoceros. “Utter tragedy today. We just can’t sit back and watch more species disappear.” Boris Johnson. British Foreign Secretary.

You’d be 70 today. Happy Birthday dear friend. You weren’t supposed to die so damn young. I thought we’d be old farts together. But it’s just me turning old while you remain forever young. There’s nobody I can give a hard time to, no buddy that I have fun with like I did with you....

In the summer of 1960, when I was 14, I saw and heard John Fitzgerald Kennedy when he spoke to the people of Cincinnati, downtown, at Fountain Square. He had such a beautiful voice On November 22, 1963, a few months after I had moved to Tucson, I was running around the perimeter of Catalina...

Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower.  

One year ago this week, Toughie, the last Rabbs’ fringe-limbed tree frog on Earth, died at his home in the Atlanta Botanical Garden. His kind will never again know existence. The damage we humans are doing to this beautiful living planet we’ve been given is beyond description and comprehension. My heart bursts with sadness for...

Something changes the moment you decide you’ve found a person you are ready to reveal parts of your soul to. Something stands out and makes the moment unique. A profound multidimensional clarity resembling a piece of carefully gathered stardust, as if you are whispering “finally” and your eyes fill with light and spontaneity, as if...

So, we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright.   For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest.   Though the...

I hold it true, what’er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.   Alfred, Lord Tennyson