One Voice

It's daffodil time and I love it! We have several varieties blooming. The interesting thing is that the smallest bloom (upper left in photo) is the most fragrant. This is inspiring to me. Sometimes I get so sad about the state of the world and my inability to influence its direction. It feels to me, often, like we're on a path to environmental destruction that is irreversible. Then this little daffodil blooms and spreads its sweet scent through our entire upstairs. I cry. I remember that our world can - and will - heal itself. Whether humans are around to see that is the question.

There is a song that I adore, one of the most beautiful songs ever written, I believe. It's by the Wailin' Jennys, a Canadian girl-band. Some days I listen to it over and over. I let the melody float over me and give me hope. It's called, "One Voice."

First words..."The is the sound of one voice. One spirit, one voice. The sound of one who makes a choice. This is the sound of one voice.".......

Last words..."This is the sound of one voice. One people, one voice. A song for every one of us. This is the sound of one voice."

The song and the daffodil remind me of the power of one person, one choice. We each face choices - every hour of the day - that affect our world. Choices and small flowers matter.