Steward of the river (Patreon)

Now that the current is not strong and the level of the water has dropped quite a bit I can pick the rubbish that was flowing and got stuck in brambles in the last few weeks. When I see plastic on the shore, or anywhere really, I feel grief... I apologise on behalf of our species to the land for all the atrocities that we do, for the lack of compassion, for the disconnection... and while disentangling the pieces I feel the deepest love and appreciation for all that exists, the abundance, the cycles... Grief and gratitude