Pines, the cry.

Nature’s validation; a space to pace, a space to breathe.

She closed her eyes. She shifted, she twirled and this was her moment, a moment that you forget exists. A feeling of calmness waiting to settle in your arms. Open eyes, the rain comes down. Soaked in what she thought was broken, soaked into what she thought was gone. Close eyes, rays shine through, giving us what we need. Her. An energy no one can replace. She grounds herself, settling her roots into this moment.

 

 

 

 

digital nature.

Today, I am standing on grass. Today, I am breathing non-toxic air. Today, I realized I have lived two decades and four months. I have lived.

I was sitting in class and we were watching a short PBS documentary, “Ghana: Digital Dumping Ground” and I am so thankful to be alive and to have experienced as much as have because this documentary opened my eyes to what I always tend to forget: I am privileged even during current events.

Unlike Ghana, I’m not walking on dismantled metal from used technology and I’m not mixing a large barrel of toxic chemicals to melt the metal and I’m not devaluating my experiences but instead uplifting the fact that I have a small opportunity to help what is happening around the world. As a millennial, I am what the market is looking at. My demographic is very important right now because, CAPITALISM!

The economy works for me and if I make a small shift and encourage others to do the same, everything will shift. Of course, this has to be a large number of people but if I start somewhere that means so much more than just sitting here on this green grass, typing on my computer that will be disposed somewhere in another country that has metal dumping grounds and kill several people.

Do things for impact not intent. This moment will become a movement.