A raucous few weeks of news and daily experiences. I cannot say I have clearly heard the whisper. Somehow, though, a lion most of us did not know about, seems to hold the whisper’s voice. I think of trophies.

I have written and deleted this scrich so many times I think the computer is ready to backspace this little hobbit. And so, I shall simply type part of the whisper’s voice I clearly heard. We are all Cecil. No one has the right to claim you, the world, our essential beauty and individuality, nor our humanness  or this earth as a trophy.

Sweet Hands of Life, may our hearts awaken to the sounds of the bows and arrows, hunters at night, and recognize when others would try to lure us and any form of life from the sanctuary of equality, Love, and dignity….to become a trophy that backspaces life. I am Cecil.