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We all know it's easy to roll with the punches of day to day living. Every now and then, we make mistakes. It's cool, tomorrow's just around the corner and we take what we've learned, applying ourselves with an abundance of ambivolence. Note the number of times it's taken to learn form our mistakes and take on tomorrow consciously, aware of the climate change, satisfied with morality, and constant in a rhythm of life that constitutes joy. If our songs are dedicated to the Earth we shall live prosperous and make better the troubles around us into possibilities for healthier interactions - our friends, our family, our neighbors, our community. We share so much with one another, and may more be expressed through generous gifts to one another that reveal our true nature as beings on this land, beings of sentience, and beings of loving light. Yesterday our water was muddy, today may it be aquafresh, and tomorrow may our doctors respect us with reciprocal respect to the farms which we tend to. I stand for the promotion of organic agriculture and wish that all hospitals serve organic foods, all prisons be blessed with tranquility, and all local farmers be blessed with equanimity towards a future of nutritious soil, medicinal herbs, and a culture of peace unknown to man. This is our chance as a civilization to open up to the idea of generosity, and furthermore, redeem ourselves from shame with conscious acts towards uplifting society together. Gardens across the country are aching for humanity to step it up and see some people come together in the name of organic produce. The herbs we grow are the gift that may help save millions of lives. Isn't that something worth fighting for? Let us pray that tomorrow may bring another step towards a brotherhood and sistren of respect between one another and a stand in promotion of the planting of trees in synchronicity with the thought of upliftment. One tree planted in each country across the world will send shockwaves of tremendous proportions aimed at uplifting humanity from the chains of animosity so a world of loving-kindness may be perceived free of fear, free of terror, free of stress. Let those trees we plant bear fruit that may eventually be shared with the generations of our youth to come with stories told relating our victory, our triumphant overcoming of darkness, our exuberant challenges met with courage, and our blessed journey reaching a resting point under the shade of the many beautiful trees of this planet. So may our work on this Earth be respected and enjoyed as we continue forward into the unknown, strong as our weakest link, and determined to achieve a sense of honor for those passed on, those not with us anymore.
Nick Peters rest in peace.
Blessed be the organic community
Peace and love,
Shanti