Thanks so much "dspacio." I hope you don't mind my elaborations on your eloquent thoughts....
Thank you. It's an honor to be heard and to read your reflections of that.
It can be hard to find those who really understand what we go through. I value the kinship we have here.
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you will only have two choices: love or fear."
Meeting the trees, this choice is often present in an extreme sense. It is my love for trees themselves that push me through fear. It's love of family and my desire to care for them. And it's the strength of all life that wants us to succeed, when we are putting ourselves out on the line for these pure reasons.
In a time where the 'popular heroes' are celebrated for being rich, clean, criminal, or fantasy superheroes; meanwhile decades of sitcoms paint the honest worker Dad as a dimwit shmuck, it certainly is hard to find a true role model any more. Then sets in the stark reality that it is just Us who rise to the occasion every day. It's only through 7 generations principles and some connection to spiritual life that any of my struggles mean anything today. To be an honest hard worker today is to get beat down continually and robbed of our value by diminishing financial schemes masquerading as a legitimate economy. To know this and go forward anyway, is an act of honor, cherishing truth.
A friend just said: Everything we know is deteriorating. Every plant, human, construction, begins the process of decay and change and never ceases. The only thing that doesn't change or fade is Truth.
Finding what is true for us, can make it possible to live with integrity even when everything we've been sold is a lie.
I know I exist made of the blood of my ancestors. I know I am at home surrounded by my arboreal brethren and the environment they steward. I know this Earth is my home.
I trust that my inspiration to give, create and love is True; and I follow that instinct without regard for any flack from below the level of the Creator and Creation itself.
[ Chris, I am sharing ways I have built a foundation of reality to move forward. I won't guess or speak into your life right now. I hope that words from a fellow can ring for you. The depths of darkness are real, and they can be true. but they aren't "The Truth." in the end, it's up to us to create Meaning in our life. What served for American culture has been hollowed out and this leaves a great challenge for us. We must create our own culture and sense of Life. I hope you rekindle the sense for yourself.
It can just be one thing. A piece of breaking my depression was gathering loads of native wildflower seeds, making them into seedballs with clay and compost, and sowing these all over the place. It only has the Meaning I give to it. Yet it Saved My Life.