a snapshot of
[story]
We learn by story from the start.
The names of mountains, trees, plants in the garden.
There are so many beautiful languages.
Laughter, anger, desire, joy, grief.
We are not the only ancestors.
We leave space for stream, tree, earth, sky, fire, wind.
We are made of stories that transform conflict,
Get us to where we need to be, hold the dark and light.
Take a glimpse toward the horizon.
Stories, art, and embodiments of the horizon to come.