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Go Now

Good Day Brave Hearts

It’s time to travel.  The world opens it’s doors to you as disease and viral pandemics are under control.  It’s time to adventure and to explore this vast world.  The many faces of the planet are yours to discover.  Which aptitude will you use?  Will you travel into the ancient world, or discover the delights of cuisine?  Is fashion your passion, or are you a marine?  The world has opened it’s doors again and travel you must.  Be it in your fine homeland, or travel abroad, it’s time to stretch your travel legs and enjoy the delights of adventure.

Here is ancient man, your war torn scars are still with us.  The history you speak is compelling.  Early man with rustic housing, fortifications to defend yourselves.  The walls of your cities offer breathtaking views and the magnificent effort to build and fortify are world class endeavours, nearly impossible to achieve.

The awakening of life after war and environmental disaster opens new travel destinations  The massive efforts to sooth the pain of hardship and repair the disastrous despair of loss.  Loss of loved ones, loss of property, loss of livelihood, loss of beauty.  The harsh defeat, the relief of winning, the negotiated peace.  As seemingly endless international clean up efforts continue to repair, restore, reclaim the land and  the people.  Restore the beauty of the place, restore the peace of the people, build again the dwellings, build again hope and happiness. The  disaster is over; not really.

The environmental effects linger on, in tainted water, infertile soil,  poor air quality and effects that contribute to illness and disease, after the danger is gone.  Plant your gardens to consume metals and  bacteria, drink your water to consume pollutants, breathe air to inhale dust and disease.  The rampant disaster is still with us, but it changes, mutates itself and lingers on.

The Covid virus locked us in our homes for three years.  A battle to control a virus that consumed the world.  It’s under control.  Like so many rampant diseases, the toll is more than it seems.  The lingering loss of employment, bankruptcy, financial failure, displacement and divorce.

But now the shining light of freedom, world exploration returns.  The welcome mat is outside and tourism returns to a bright and shiny world, full of fun and hope for a prosperous future.  The freedom to choose your next holiday destination, to put that trip on the bucket list.  Now is the time to go, if you can.  Go now, before the next war, the next virus, earthquake, fire or volcano.  Go before the ice cap melts or before the earth shuts its doors again.  The odd urgency to fulfill that dream of adventure before it’s too late.  Before you’re old, tired and decrepit.  Go before your bank account runs out.

10 SINKING CITIES That Might Be Underwater Soon…. – YouTube

And if you’re forced to remain inside the safety and security of your own place, rejoice!   This is a place of your own, filled with memories of the life you made for yourself, the joy of your home, the joy of your people.  The tireless work put into that space.  Recount the good old days, when life was easy and plans were made and fulfilled.  Since the turmoil of natural disaster can change your life in a moment, go now.  Or rest easy in comfort.  There’s no place like home.

 

Written by Dr. Louise Hayes

April 19, 2026

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The Great Good

Good Day, you awesome human

Praises, to you and to yet another wonderful day.

The great planet has intrigued us yet again.  Fishes that look like elephants, white lions, new butterflies, imagination, creativity, brilliance.  Oh to be you, great mother Earth, with all of the gifts of creation.  The milleneums roll past with their constant changes, destruction and war, pestilence and strife, pollution and pesticides, garbage and waste, plunder and greed.  Still the Earth rolls on,with her magnificence and power.  Oh, great awesome one, with skills so immense, it’s unthinkable!  Power and might, life belongs to you.

Praises, fabulous creator, the life blood belongs to you.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/earth/earthpicturegalleries/9753208/New-species-found-walking-catfish-Beelzebub-bat-and-two-legged-lizard.html

Hurling through space to seek your place in the universe.  Tiny by comparison, but with a mission that must be fulfilled.  Life forms on all of your surfaces.  The new, the unusual, something superb.   A new life, the unknown again, awakening our eyes to the new adventure.  So, great human, you’ve been everywhere, done it all, there’s nothing new now.  The oceans explored, space travel accomplished, the pinnacles of mountains reached.  Where to now, for the mind and body of man?  Where now, for the spirit to call us?  All feats accomplished, all stones have been turned.  All quests fulfilled.  The power of the human, so mighty and intelligent.  Technology, engineering, development and creativity.  A unique and special mind, controlling the planet, bending and twisting, changing and developing.  A constant pursuit of knowledge that intrigue and curiosity propels.  What is that?  How does it work?  How do we make that brilliant, special interest our own creation.  How to control the planet and make it’s mysteries our own.

The fabulous planet spins it’s own wonderful web of mystery and intrigue.  Do we know it all?  Have we found and conquered it all?  Rest in peace oh great creator, you are the most blessed.  Times change, the weather hurls it impact at us,  driving blizzards, scorching sun.  The heat is warming the surface and the snow melts from our yards.  Global warming encroaches and trees start to bud.  The awe of creation is still your magic.  Creatures rise and creatures fall. The age of the dinosaur and the age of man.  The unknown belongs to you.  Where will you take us, in the magic ride? New environments?  New creatures to discover?  New landscapes to present themselves and to challenge our bodies and our minds.  As the surface is blasted with war torn madness and the oceans fill with plastics and waste, we scramble to stop the doom of the planet.  Whose doom is it anyway?

The sun rises and sets in regular motion, the moon follows it’s path across the sky, the waves pound and crash as the tides roll in and out.  Regular, like clockwork the natural process continues.  We take it for granted, it’s always been there.   Oh, and praises, human for making a garbage can, somewhere to put the constant refuse.  Garbage dumps and pile high, rotting stench,  another kind of pollution.  So much destruction for the great mother to bear.  All of her children, her marvelous creation, secumbing to the blast of wanton wastefulness and recklessness.

So this is us, the human, so awesome and brilliant.  Will you save us great planet?  Or do you other designs.

Written by Dr. Louise Hayes

March 12, 2016