To take an inspirational curious road trip is an experience that leaves brush strokes in your memories. The painted sunflower yellow dotted and solid lines, reminding us of the roads that were traveled before us, and the directional path for the future we can barely imagine.

Standing on the dark pavement with the sculptural skies above, the deep roots of time running like root from the souls of our feet. Each golden dot on the beaded blue path a person, event or a memory.

The threads that tie us to ourselves, are tied to our origin story, our indigenous beginnings and a place that is on the far side of the globe. Mixed nationalities and cultures with threads of so many colours tangled in the wind.

It is a kaleidoscope sight those memories on the highway. The hopes of many, the pain, the fears and the celebrations. The path is not just human, but nature based as we followed the path of nature, and animals as they transversed through migratory trails. The roads are time travel, a drivable museum with stops along the way that remind us we are just a dot on the highways. Just a dot.

But like a tapestry of threads that make a masterpiece, each stitch on the highway tells a connected story. As we face uncertain times, politically and socially the highways and corridors can act as a compass.

Humans are part of nature, not commanders of nature. We are created to be but one thread on the tapestry, and to weave into the larger community of Mother Earth. Yet as we move through the frayed times we , it seems we are pulling to be separate, to be a unique thread, to be a single spool of ownership to the the process of living. To fight for the resourcesvof pigments to colour those threads, and to keep those earthly riches on islands of greed.

Mother Earth, the feminine creator of life has been teaching us to listen and to see. The thoughts must be so bewildering to imagine as the negative energies spin around her graciousness. I was blessed to be raised by immigrants that were indigenous in their time on the lands they lived on. The times before their lives and the migratory trails their forepeople traveled before them. All transversing around the earth in memories that stay in all our shared DNA.

And I can imagine then that we are all one big earthly family. One big high school, with some people acting like bullies, some on student council, sport kids, art kids, theatre kids , teachers and scientists.

It is a thin slice of life, but it helps me try to understand this internal need to build castles and be popular and rich, over the joy of a road trip and a shared picnic basket, or an assembly of the school, rallying to celebrate under a common mascot. Mother Earth sure makes for a spectacular school.

She will be tough, fair and teach us to come together. If we only can all see we each are only one multicoloured thread, that is only part of the future plan. Vote wise America. She is watching us.