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An Update from the Earth Connection

Wednesday, February 20th, 2019

Warm greetings to all EARTH CONNECTION subscribers!

I apologize for being silent for so many months.  And this will be my last posting for many more months.

You see, I have taken on a temporary but all-consuming project.  I am running for the Virginia State Senate this November.  If you have been an EARTH CONNECTION subscriber for quite awhile, you may well remember that I suspended publication of THE EARTH CONNECTION for most of 2015; I was a candidate then for the same seat for which I am running this year.

An important reason I ran in 2015 was my belief that we need STRONG action on climate change, including at the state level.  The state senator representing my district, then and now, has continually opposed any legislation to address climate change.  I also ran that year on getting big money out of our politics, on solving the opioid crisis, and on the need for sensible measures to prevent gun violence.

All of those issues are still important to me.  But I probably would not have run again, were we not now in a national crisis.  Donald Trump, abetted by “the Trump party,” has clearly become a significant threat both to our Constitutional order and to American national security.  Politics does not get any more serious than that.

I can see how my campaign here in Virginia can make a contribution to this crucial larger battle.  Here in my 70% Republican district, I am working to enlist the support of those Republicans who are unhappy with what their party has become.  And I will use the platform that comes with being a candidate to try to show the other Republicans where the path of true American patriotism now lies.

And since the demands of a political campaign are all-consuming, I will not be posting here again until after the election in November.

If you would like to support my campaign by helping me get the funds I need to reach Republicans in my district–and I need to invest in advertising to do that effectively–I would be grateful for your support.  You can make a donation to my campaign here.

And I invite you to visit my campaign Facebook page:  April Moore for Virginia Senate, as well as my campaign website.  If you’d like to get email updates from the campaign, you can sign up for them on the site.

Thanks, everyone!

For our beloved earth~



An Ode to the Appalachian Trail

Monday, May 14th, 2018
photo by Robert McCaw

photo by Robert McCaw

What I wanted for my birthday in mid-April was to take a hike on the Appalachian Trail with my husband and son.  So that’s what we did.   And with most of the trees still bare, it was the wildflowers along this southern Virginia portion of the Trail that stole the show that day.   They were taking full advantage of that brief period during which it is they–not the leafy tree tops–who are getting most of the sunshine.  Soon most of the wildflowers would be in shade.  Now was their time.

The most prominent of the wildflowers we saw that day was bloodroot.  Scores of the white flowers poked out of the leaf litter along the Trail.  The many-petaled flower gets its name from its red-colored sap, that can be seen by tearing a leaf, and from its red-colored root.

As we walked, I found myself musing about how dearly I love the Appalachian Trail.  Over the last 40+ years, I have savored many day hikes on short sections of the Trail–mostly in Virginia, but also in Tennessee, Maryland, West Virginia, Pennsylvania, Vermont, and New Hampshire.  And wouldn’t I love to sometime hike the entire 2,200 miles of the AT, all the way from Springer Mountain, Georgia, to Mount Katahdin, Maine!

In fact, I vividly remember the moment I first learned of the Trail’s existence.  I was a high school junior, and one day in English class, the subject of the AT arose.  How, I don’t know, nor do I remember what was said.   But I clearly remember the thrill of suddenly knowing that such a trail exists.   Immediately, I longed to get out there in the forest, to hike on that trail for day after day after day, to live in the forest for the time it would take me to hike the 2,000 mile long trail.

Years later, I moved to Washington, DC from Florida, and  I had ample opportunity to get out onto the AT for short hikes with friends, along portions of the Trail that ran near DC–through Virginia, West Virginia, and Maryland.

My great love for the AT must come, in part, from how it feels to stride along, deep in the forest and far from cities.  My ego self recedes, freeing my spirit to merge with the natural world around me.  And when a thru-hiker–one of those individuals who is hiking the entire Trail–approaches, loaded down and grimy-looking, I feel I am in the presence of a rock star.    Sometimes I ask questions about what the hike has been like so far;  other times I’m too shy for more than pleasantries.  But as I continue on, I pretend that I too am hiking the whole Trail.  Even though it is unlikely that I ever will.

I am grateful to the many people who brought the Trail into existence and to those who and tend to its ongoing care.  ’A super trail along the mountain crests of the eastern wilderness’ was the dream of forester Benton MacKaye in 1921.  And by 1937, the Trail had been completed, all through the efforts of private citizens!

Today’s Appalachian Trail is different from the original version.   In 1937 the Trail went straight up and down mountain sides, making hiking difficult and erosion severe.  Over the decades, Appalachian Trail Club crews and volunteers have relocated and improved many miles of trail.  Changes and improvements are still being made.

The Trail is managed by the National Park Service, the US Forest Service, numerous state agencies, and by the non-profit Appalachian Trail Conservancy.  But most of the care and maintenance of the Trail is done by volunteer members of the more than 30 chapters of the Appalachian Trail Club, in communities along the Trail.

It was not until 1968 when Congress passed the National Trails System Act that the AT received federal protection from development.  The Act established the Appalachian Trail and the Pacific Crest Trail (a newer, 2,650 mile trail from California’s southern border to Washington’s northern border) as the nation’s first National Scenic Trails and paved the way for the establishment of more National Scenic Trails within the National Parks and National Forests system.

The majority of land through which the AT passes is forest or wild lands, although portions traverse farms, towns, and roads.  And 14 states are host to a piece of the Trail: Georgia, North Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia, West Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, Massachusetts, Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine.  The longest stretch is in Virginia, about 550 miles of trail.

Every year, three to four million people hike some portion of the AT.  About 12,000 individuals are believed to have hiked the entire Trail.  Most of them do so in one stretch, which typically takes 5-7 months.  Others, called section hikers, complete the Trail, section by section, perhaps over a course of years, according to the time hikers have available.

I know the Appalachian Trail is cherished by many.  I gather, from what I have read and heard, that hiking the entire Trail can be life-changing, that it can help in healing after a major life loss, that it can be an inspiring and confidence-building way to move from one phase of life to another.

With gratitude, I look forward to my next day hike on the Appalachian Trail, probably a summer hike in the Shenandoah National Park.–April Moore

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Giving Thanks for Our Miraculous Home–the Earth

Monday, November 20th, 2017

     How often do we think to be grateful for this earth?  At Thanksgiving time, we know to look around the table and give thanks for the people we love and the food we share.  And other cherished gifts like freedom and health.

     But we really ought not to take for granted this small planet whose very special properties have made possible this system of life of which we are a part.  Scientists have called Earth ‘the Goldilocks planet,’ just right for life.  If certain aspects of our planet were just a little bit different, life on Earth would be impossible.

     Several factors make Earth ‘just right’ for life:

Earth’s location in the ‘Goldilocks zone’

     The distance between Earth and the sun is just right.  If we were a little nearer the sun, like Venus, our planet could be a cloudy furnace.  And if we were a little farther from the sun, like Mars, Earth could be a cold desert.  

     Our Goldilocks position in relation to the sun means that Earth’s temperatures are just right for water to persist  in liquid form.  And liquid water has been essential to the development of life.  Water is capable of dissolving many substances, and the ingredients for life as we know it–proteins, DNA, etc., can move around in water and interact with each other. 

The sun’s ideal nature

     Our lives would be impossible were it not for the sun’s great longevity and stability.

     While many stars live for only a few million years, our sun is already well over four billion years old.  And scientists believe it is only about half-way through its life-span.  If our sun were a short-lived star, life on earth would not have had time to evolve to the point that it has.  For example, the oldest known organisms appeared on Earth 3.5 billion years ago.  And more complex life took much longer to evolve, with the first multi-celled animals appearing only some 600 million years ago.  The sun’s longevity has enabled the long process of evolution,  resulting in higher orders of life on Earth, like humans.

     And unlike many volatile stars, our sun is stable, with relatively little variation in its emission of radiation.  However, if the earth were in the orbit of an unstable star that emitted violent bursts of radiation, life could have been scoured from our planet long ago. 

The earth’s magnetic field

     Another essential ingredient in Earth’s hospitality to life is its magnetic field.  The earth’s molten metallic core creates a protective field, which emanates from the poles and encircles the planet.   Without this magnetic field, we would all be fried by cosmic rays and solar storms. 

Plate tectonics and the moon 

      Plate tectonics and the moon have also played important roles in the existence of life on Earth.

     The shell of the earth is broken into constantly moving plates.  And surface rocks, which have absorbed carbon dioxide from the atmosphere, are dragged downward, where they melt.  The molten rock eventually releases this carbon dioxide gas back into the atmosphere through volcanic activity.  Without this process, the atmosphere’s carbon dioxide would continue to be absorbed by rock until the planet would eventually freeze.

    And the earth’s tidal regions, where the moon’s gravitational tug (aided by the sun), has caused the regular ebb and flow of tides, may have been just right environment for life to begin.

So Are We Alone in the Universe?

      Clearly, an incredible combination of circumstances aligned perfectly for our planet to host life so abundantly.  Are there other planets that also host life?  Given the mind-boggling number of planets that exist in the universe, scientists have long thought that even if an infinitesimal proportion of them hosted life, there would still be other planets out there where life exists.

     But recent research that has caught the attention of the scientific community questions whether there are, in fact, any other planets anywhere, where life exists.   Astrophysicist Erik Zachrisson. at Uppsala University in Sweden, used recently available computer modeling to determine that out of 700 quintillion (that’s a seven followed by 20 zeroes!) planets in the universe, Earth is unique.  In fact, says Zachrisson, statistically speaking, even one planet like ours should not exist!

     The jury is still out.  We do not know if Earth is the only planet in the vast universe that hosts life.  But we do know that a planet like ours is not the ‘norm,’ that at the very least is very uncommon.

     And I am very thankful for all the circumstances that aligned to make Earth a planet that is filled with life, including mine and the lives of all those I love.–April Moore 


In the Path of Totality

Thursday, September 28th, 2017




My dear sister, Tanya Bohlke, was one of the lucky millions who witnessed last month’s total eclipse of the sun.  She experienced it as a profound natural event, so I asked her to write about it here:


     When I first read the phrase “in the path of totality,” I thought it sounded thrilling but perhaps a bit over the top.  However, I discovered that witnessing the total eclipse was so much more thrilling and amazing than even that phrase could describe.

     My daughter and I traveled from Virginia to Columbia, South Carolina, to view the eclipse on Saturday, August 19, two days before The Event.  We fell in love with the town, which sponsored so many different eclipse-related activities.  We went to the Science Museum with its IMAX show and Planetarium laser show, on the river, and a street festival featuring trees decorated with colorful yarn art, known as “yarn bombs.”

     There were no hotels available in Columbia after Saturday, so on Sunday we journeyed to  Orangeburg, also in the direct path of the eclipse and a community that welcomed us with its spectacular marching band.  There, on the stadium grounds of South Carolina State University, we awaited the eclipse.

     The grounds around the stadium were large enough so that even though there were many people, we found a lovely, quiet spot in the shade of a tree.  We could duck out, don our glasses to view the disappearing sun, and then move back to the shade  It took longer than we had anticipated to begin to see darkness and shadows, but soon there was an eerie quality in the air. . . .

     When totality arrived, people first cheered, then were stunned into an awed silence.  

     It was one of the most surreal things I have ever seen–the eerie shadows, then total dark, except for the brilliant corona, and in the background the croak of crickets, thinking it was nighttime!  

     It is easy to understand why ancient peoples thought a total eclipse meant the world was ending.  Totality lasted 2+ minutes, but it seemed like 30 seconds.  We wanted it to never end.–Tanya Bohlke



When the Catbird’s Seat is the Bird Bath

Saturday, June 24th, 2017


the bird bath awaits its next visitor

the bird bath awaits its next visitor

   There I sat, at a little table on our balcony, sipping wine and pondering stinkbugs.  Yes, stinkbugs.  Thinking others might share my curiosity about what the infestation of these annoying creatures is all about, I planned to do some research and then publish it on THE EARTH CONNECTION.  

     Then a solitary, distinctive ‘sploosh’ emerged from the late afternoon quiet.  Happy to set aside my joyless research, I craned my neck to see what was going on in the bird bath across the driveway from my perch.  

     Peering around balcony railing slats and between holly branches, I smiled to see an actual bird in the small, stone pool that rests in the grass just yards away.  

     There, in the nest-shaped bath a catbird stood up tall, his bearing almost kingly.  He nearly filled the bath, his private pool for the moment.  Then the dark grey bird’s wings became a blur, stirring up a summery spray of water.   He rose up even taller then, fluttered those wings again, and kicked up more spray.

     But the catbird did not linger in the bath.  After those two flurryings of wings, he hopped onto the pool’s rough stone rim, wiggled his tail feathers, turned, and hopped back into the water.  After another whirring or two of wings, he hopped onto the opposite rim, shook water from his tail, turned, and jumped back into the water.  Then he actually did linger for a bit before darting up to a maple branch, where he completed his ablutions–shaking wings, tail feathers, wings again, until satisfied that he was adequately dry.

     Since that serendipitous moment, I have been watching the bird bath for other visitors.  I have since seen shows put on by chickadees and robins.

     So why do birds visit bird baths?  Do birds need to bathe?  Is it for fun?  Do all birds like bird baths?

     It wasn’t hard to find answers to my questions.  Apparently, all birds need a source of clean water for bathing and drinking.  Hawks, warblers, owls, hummingbirds, and many other species will take advantage of a clean, fresh bird bath.

     I was surprised to learn that a shallow bath is much better for birds than a deep one.  Two to three inches at the deepest is recommended to ensure that birds do not drown.

     I was also surprised to learn about the importance of keeping a bird bath clean.  Stagnant water can harbor an unhealthy concentration of bacteria, which can cause avian diseases.  Thus, an improperly maintained bird bath can be a greater harm than a benefit to birds.

     Here are a few tips for keeping the bird bath clean and healthful for birds:

  • Dump out the old water before refilling.
  • Use the pressure of a hose to help remove slimy build-up.
  • A frequent scrubbing with a scrub brush helps keep the water clean.

    I am going to be paying attention to the bird bath this summer.  And I’ll be keeping it clean in order to entice more birds to come and entertain me.—April Moore





Namaste, Wood Thrush

Wednesday, May 24th, 2017
photo by Blaine Rothauser

photo by Blaine Rothauser

     Oh, wood thrush, how I love you.  

     To my ears, your song is the sweetest of all forest sounds.   Yet I almost never see you;  you hide yourself so well, deep among the leaves.  That gorgeous trilling music of yours is the only way I know you are near.  

     Although it is not yet June, you have already broken my heart–both with joy and with grief–this spring.  First, the joy of your arrival, when early on a morning in late April, I heard the clear, trilling notes of your song wafting through the open bathroom window.  ”You’re back!” I thought.  ”I’m so glad you’re here!” What pleasure to stand at that window, eyes closed, taking in the sweet song I had not heard since last summer.

     You weren’t the only wood thrush who had returned from the distant south, for later that very day I heard one of your relatives, musically trilling, as my  friend Leslie and I savored a rare opportunity to meet up and walk together along a forest trail.   Those pure, sweet notes added to the day’s pleasure.

     That day, when I knew the wood thrush was back, reminded of the time their forest music startled me and made me gasp.  It was January.  My husband and I were in Costa Rica, and I heard the wood thrush warbling in the dense tropical forest.  Oh yes, I suddenly realized.  Costa Rica is the ‘south’ where wood thrushes go when our temperate Virginia forest gets too chilly for them in the fall.

     And then there is the grief part of the story I mentioned.  I actually did see one of these elusive birds recently.  But the reason I could see it was a sad one;  it was dead.  I discovered the small spotted body about a foot outside the sliding glass door to our deck.  The little fellow must have been killed by flying into that  invisible yet unforgiving glass door, another casualty of our human desire to enjoy the view.

     The little bird must have died just a short time earlier because it lay so soft and pliant in my hand, not at all stiff.  I placed him gently on the ground, in the lee of a tree trunk.  And since I so seldom see a wood thrush, I took his picture.


     If you would like to hear–and see–a wood thrush singing in the forest, you will find this YouTube video a treat.  Especially fascinating to me is the way the lower part of the beak vibrates up and down to make the trilling sounds.

     And so I say to every wood thrush I hear, in honor of the divine spark that animates it–and all of us– “namaste.”–April Moore








Stopped in My Tracks

Saturday, April 22nd, 2017

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     A few weeks ago, on one of my wanderings in the forest down the slope from our house, I saw a sight that stopped me in my tracks.  There, just inches above the ground were what looked for all the world like a pair of tiny breasts!  The two cream-colored globes, complete with perfectly placed, protruding nipples, seemed to have burst proudly from some gauzy-looking material.

     I stood and stared.  Then I noticed another one of these ‘breasts’ a few feet farther down the hill.  Then another and another, all within a small area.

     How could this be?  I have walked in this forest many, many times, in all seasons for 20 years, but have never seen anything like this!  Wouldn’t I have noticed?  Or could these ‘breasts’ have developed only this year, and not before?

     Of course I took pictures of them.  And since I had no idea what they could be, I sent a photo to my friend Chris, who knows far more about forest flora than I do.  She wrote me back, saying that they are likely ‘lattice puffballs,’ or, in Latin, colostoma lutescens.

     Now that I had a name to go on, I decided to do a little research. Chris was right.  These little ‘breasts’ are indeed a kind of puffball.  And puffballs are a type of fungus.  But unlike other forest fungi, such as mushrooms, whose spores are located on the outside of the fruiting body, puffballs’ spores are contained inside the fruiting body, in this case the little breast.

     When the spores inside this puffball mature, all that is needed is a little rain.  The drops exert sufficient pressure on the puffball to force the white powdery spores out through the ostiole, or what looks like the nipple.  Hence, the flecks of white powder I noticed here and there on the dead leaves surrounding the colostoma lutescens.  How I would love to be on hand sometime to see spores spewing from a puffball in the rain!

     I learned that these breast-like puffballs are mycorrizal, meaning they have a symbiotic relationship with plants.  In this case, the puffballs colonize the root system of the nearby oaks, increasing the trees’ absorption of water and nutrients.  The trees, in turn, provide the puffballs with carbohydrates the trees create during photosynthesis.

     A few days later, I went outside to see how the colostoma lutescens might have changed since I’d seen them.  Well, I could find no trace of them at all!  They had completely vanished.  I assumed they had completed their life cycle and dried up.  Still, I was surprised to see not even a hint of the previously fulsome little beings.  

     I wonder if I will ever see their like again!–April Moore 


Tiny Odes to Our Earth

Saturday, March 18th, 2017

    I am greatly pleased to offer here several very short–and lovely– poems composed by my friend Fred Andrle.  

Hairpin Curve in the River Saar

the slow river
forks around the tiny island




rain against window

slams against my window
spring obstreporous



dogs in park

new spring morning
park wide-greening
dog after dog after dog



too hot too cold

too hot, too cold
too damp, too dry
the seasons humanized


sun and fields

everywhere I go
mother sun
brethren fields


Fred is a poet, playwright, and journalist living in Columbus, Ohio. His most recent poetry collection is “What Counts,”  (XOXOX Press, Gambier, Ohio, 2012).  Fred’s poetry was featured in the anthology “Prayers to Protest: Poems that Center and Bless Us”  (Pudding House Press), and his poem “The Book”, was read by Garrison Keillor on his public radio series “The Writer’s Almanac.” 

Fred has received Ohio Public Broadcasting and Regional Emmy awards for his radio and television programs. He currently writes as an independent journalist. His opinion columns have appeared in newspapers nationwide.


A Tribute to Basho

Wednesday, December 28th, 2016


One of my truly sweet memories from a mostly unhappy year of teaching fourth grade was when I taught my students about a Japanese poet who wrote beautifully about nature.

Basho, the seventeenth century master of haiku, is beloved in Japan still, more than 300 years after he lived.

I had long taken pleasure in Basho’s haikus, these 17-syllable slivers of nature, lovingly and creatively wrought.  But only when I found myself enchanted by the description of him in the fourth grade literature book did it occur to me to share him with my students.

Through tender story-telling and rich illustrations, the lit book portrayed Basho as a kind and gentle soul.  He deeply loved nature and took long sojourns, on foot, all over the Japanese countryside.  And in these woodland wanderings he found inspiration for his poems.

Although Basho did not invent haiku–the three-line poem with five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the third–it is fair to say that he popularized it.  And in addition to his many nature-themed haikus, Basho also wrote humorous ones, some gently poking fun at himself.

My students responded wonderfully to Basho!  They were fascinated by his peripatetic life, and they delighted in the immediacy of his tiny poems.  We read many of them and talked about how they made us feel, about the pictures they evoked in our minds.  And we had fun writing our own haikus.

I know that much of why I found sharing Basho with my students so rewarding is that I was giving them something I truly love.  And they received it in the same spirit.  Kids can readily tell when their teacher’s enthusiasm for a subject is real, when he or she is coming from the heart.

Recalling this experience from more than a decade ago made me decide to learn more about the nature-loving Basho.  So I was surprised, although I probably shouldn’t have been, to learn that the real Basho’s life was not as ideal as that portrayed in an elementary school literature book!

While Basho was famous and revered in his lifetime, he was often lonely and dissatisfied. A star in fashionable literary circles, he later renounced the social, urban, literary life to live instead as a recluse.  But the solitary life did not make him happy either.

It was after his little hut that some disciples had built for him burned down and his mother died, that Basho decided to take to the road.  This was considered a very dangerous act in medieval Japan.  Basho himself expected to die in the middle of nowhere or to be killed by bandits.

To the poet’s great surprise, the wandering life brightened his mood; his depression lifted.  Basho enjoyed his days spent walking, taking pleasure in the changing scenery and seasons.  His poems took on a less introspective tone, as he observed—and delighted in—the natural world around him.

But historians tell us that Basho never found lasting happiness.  He could never feel at peace with himself and was constantly in the throes of mental turmoil.  At one point, he wrote a friend, “ I am disturbed by others.  I have no peace of mind.”

I was surprised to learn of Basho’s deep discontent.  I wondered if his idealized wanderings were actually attempts to escape his inner torment.  Perhaps like me, and many others, he was able to lose himself in nature, there to live in the moment, not plagued by the worries and obsessions that plagued him at other times.

Here are a few of Basho’s poems.  (note that, in translation, haiku can lose its 5-7-5 structure)

About nature:

A cicada shell;
it sang itself utterly away.

An ancient pond…
a frog leaps in
the splash of water.

A little irreverent:

Bush warbler
shits on the rice cakes
on the porch rail.

A little self-deprecating:

Now then, let’s go out
To enjoy the snow. . . .until
I slip and fall.

Finally, I love this line from Basho’s final work, his masterpiece, THE NARROW ROAD TO THE INTERIOR.  “Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise.  Seek what they sought.”April Moore






From a Nature Lover’s Broken Heart

Friday, November 18th, 2016
What an amazing sight--the sun coming over the ridge seemed to focus all its illuminating energy on a single dogwood.

What an amazing sight–the sun coming over the ridge seemed to focus all its illuminating energy on a single dogwood.


 This morning my daily exercise routine was punctuated by a surge of joy.  

     Looking out the window, I noticed a handful of dried leaves suddenly fly off a little red maple, swirl rapidly around each other, then quickly disperse.

     Moments like this one gladden and feed my heart.  But these nature delights, for me, have their shadow side as well.

     Never far removed from my great pleasure in nature is grief.  How quickly my joyous heart becomes my broken heart.  I grieve that the natural beauty I see from every window of my home is far less healthy than it once was;  I grieve for the many species silently disappearing all around me;  I grieve that we are not acting nearly fast enough to prevent climate change from making my little granddaughters’ future very difficult.

     For me it can be a challenge to let myself feel all of this, both the great joy and the great grief.  But as the poet Stanley Kunitz says, “the heart breaks and breaks, and lives by breaking.”  To be heart-broken is to be truly alive.

      When I think of our efforts to protect the planet, the decades-old saying, “little victories, big defeats” crosses my mind.  We do win victories;  the Clean Air Act and the Clean Water Act have truly improved the quality of our air and water;  some species, through great effort, have been saved from extinction; and certain pristine lands have been set aside for protection.  

     But meanwhile, we are rapidly losing so much more than we are gaining.  Scientists tell us we are in the Sixth Great Extinction in the earth’s four billion year history.  Species are disappearing at a rate that has been matched only five times before.  Ever.  What’s different this time is that it’ a living creature–namely humans–that are the main cause.  And that’s why scientists have named this period the Anthropocene.  Man has become the main driver of changes in the biosphere.

     And now we are entering a new era, the era of  President Trump.  As frightening and discouraging as it is to hear him vow to scrap the Paris climate accord, to open up all of our public lands to oil and gas drilling, and to undo the federal Clean Power Plan, I am heartened by the determination I see on the part of environmental organizations to work  harder than they ever have to prevent Trump from sacrificing our treasured planet for the short-term greed of the fossil fuel industry. 

     I will continue to let my heart break open to the beauty that surrounds me.  And I will remember the words of Jane Goodall, “there is still a lot left that is worth fighting for.”   We cannot know how successful we will be in saving our planet, but we can never give up on Mother Earth.April Moore 





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