Earth Day

 One night I walked in the building to a perfect baby in a basket near the door. He was wide awake without a whimper, but perfectly calm and so breathtaking, I was taken in. “Baby Boy," I said. He looked serenely up at me. "So calm" I said as I pushed the elevator button. A million questions bubbled up. But the two young women beside him had picked up his basket and were starting out the door.

            Then he glanced back at me, and something happened. I knew, then, where the archetype fairy godmother came from - because I found myself wishing every positive thing for that baby. (I could try to draw him. But I doubt any picture could capture his specialness.)

            I thought of a wilderness night long ago when I sat with a friend of mine (for whom I started this blog) and his friend in a circle on the ground, singing "How can there be a baby with no crying." That's another story, but purportedly, some great beings did not cry as babies.

            We are in a struggle to create a healthy planet. Monday night I had another nightmare of our beautiful earth struggling to survive while money and power fight fiercely against saving it for the children.