Your Living Legacy

Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people.

Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch…

And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children’s children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. Chief Seattle

What will the wind whisper about you…
as future generations step upon the promontory of the new?

What tales will the sacred waters share of you…
as others bathe where you once waded?

What soulful story will the hallowed earth imbue…
to feet poised to risk a wondrous possibility?

Your life weaves a unique thread in the tapestry of creation. Your every breath colors life in an extraordinary way. How would your actions be different if you considered the impact of your creations for all?

Today, let’s explore the living legacy that is yours to create, in every moment, and bring it to life.

Listen to the replay…

Image: My Moonwalker, Angelic Shrek