I imagine the creator creating Mother Nature and sadly watching as her daughter – the earth – climbs out of bed once again to deal with the crumbs of ignorance. At first she picks one or two out. Then she swipes the sheets a few times. Eventually for awhile she is regularly shaking the sheets.  Then she changes them. Next she then flips the mattress. She has done all this and still we are here and not getting her message. And now we are getting the cold shoulder on the great turtle while she rages with fever on other parts of her beautiful abused body.

…. great spirits come… the rivers rise the mountains fall… we are all connected….

From In From The Cold, Track 13 on BEAUTY AND HARD TIMES