My father, who I think about all the time, used to go nature walking at some local trails (Beaver Lake Nature Center). It’s where I laid his ashes to rest.
I now take my little man there as often as I can. I need him to see these trails as sacred, as our church.
These are the stained glass windows that hold more solemnity than anything man made.
These are the waters that should hold reverence, be sanctified like the entire natural world…protected.
I’m trying to raise an eco-warrior.