It will take just one generation choosing gentle, compassionate, respectful parenting to change the world for all future generations. This is our time. Our chance is now. Let's do our part to change the world, one little heart at a time.

I hope you gaze at cloud art galleries
against azure summer skies
and pause to gasp at rainbows
and watch butterflies fly by;
I hope wildflowers make you happy
and sad songs make you cry
and old books stacked in dusty nooks
are gems you can't pass by;
I hope burnt toast mornings
are little things
you handle with a smile
and midnight talks and starlit walks
keep you up once in awhile;
I hope laundry warm from the dryer
brings a sigh of contentment
and front porch swings on cool evenings
offer rest when you are spent;
I hope your life is light in sorrow
and heavy with laughter
and you greet each season of your life
like a new favorite chapter;
I hope you honor every soul you meet
and always go that extra mile
and when you think of me, my love,
I hope it's with a smile.

They say that music
soothes the soul.
I think that's true.
Sometimes.
But other times music
stirs the soul,
reaching deep and
digging up pain
we need to process,
thoughts we need to
wrestle with, fears we
need to work through,
sadness we need to sit
with, loss we need
to lay to rest.
Music is powerful
because it can reach past
the guardhouse of the mind,
taking on those dragons
that jealously hoard the
glittering treasure of
the human spirit,
and set the tortured soul free.