What will be my life's work?

To bring the world’s attention to some corporate sponsored cultural genocide?
To cultivate peace between two groups fighting over the fictions of religion or injustices of the past?
To save a life, just one life?
To educate a class of young people or maybe just one mind?
To keep just one river open or a small forest from fell?
To help clean the oceans?
To raise a child?
To live off the land with the sun and the wind?
To love another without conditions or attachments?
To document something that will forever be no more?
To ride the land and sail the seas? To walk to the edges and swim there too?
To sit in this meadow with the dandelions, dragonflies, wasps, and madrone, to breathe in the music of crickets and the caw of the crow?
To smile in reverence for the beauty around me and for the simple fact that I exist? Yes, I exist and each moment is new.

- Sara and Tim’s meadow