Note to self...
- J R
- Jul 9, 2025
- 1 min read

Coming back to the heart, the core, home
Stories speak of this over the ages
Across religions and cultures
The notion that when all else fades away
Where do you turn, what is left
I was taught to wade the streams and fish the rivers
And treat the earth as my own
To raise the crops and tend the fields
And serve my neighbors as my own
To build the core and strengthen the mind
And lift others up as my own
To love with abundance
The earth, neighbors, all, and me
For what else is there, when all is lost
And it’s time to come back
There is you, this abundant, beautiful planet
Family, friends, neighbors, all
And Love, so much Love
(Don’t forget ☕️)









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