Casting my vote, I leave the municipal office and go to the woods at the edge of town in the place too rocky and swampy for the colonizers to settle and plant where now a feral forest grows. Falling to my knees before the quivering blossom, I breathe deeply, inhaling the scent of the world before and the scent of the world to come. Woven into the understory, I remember my true nature and my true names and where my loyalties lie.
Thanks for the video and poetry, Sean... It's good to see you 'in the pink' and the sunshine:)
Let us all return to the audacious WILD
I vote for this too