Children of the Future.

Today, I made my way to my nieghbor's house which is about three miles away.  Since I knew heavy rains would be upon us, I decided to saddle up my horse, Spirit, and made my way early.

My neighbor is an excellent artist who makes guitars by hand. Truly a craftsman, his guitars are bought by greats like Eric Clapton. He is also a pretty good chili cook. His house is adorned with local art that screams the Mexican and Native American influence.

That is another reason why I love it here. I think almost everyone that I have met is an artist in one way or another. Schools and even parents make sure their children are introduced into the world of expression.

I have never lived in a place where children are more educated into the arts and the world around them. However, the children here are also the poorest in the state. But I warn those who will listen, these children will rise up not to live in the same poor environment but to stand up and do something about it. That it would be the game that is played around us and I wouldn't be surprised that one of these kids would rise to be out President  and actually do something FOR this is country, not just for him or herself.

I remember the quote that states that 'the old appeals to racial sexual and religious  chavuamsim to rabid nationalistic fervor are beginning not to work. A new consciousness is developing which sees the Earth as a single organism and recognizes that an organism at war with itself is doomed.'

But those kids' are so powerful that they'll leave people like myself and my artist friends in the dust.

Do you ever wonder what we will leave these children with? Do you think about that? Or is it easier to turn a blind eye?

Well, my time is gone. I've bedded my animals down, took the dogs (I really must take photos of my companions that they look as unkempt as the rest of us) inside so they could rest on the sofa. The wind is picking up and the coolness of sundown has now retreated into downright cold. My neighbor send me home with new guitar strings and a large container of chili for the night's event; that being reading several books that I need to write reviews. Well, a girl's gotta work.

Stay warm my friends.