Sootypaws Journal

This is Molly writing. The woods near our house where the proposed gas well is located has been a sacred place of rest, refuge, and my growing awareness for well over 2 decades. It is where I meditated with Snowy, one of the cats who moved from town with us. It is where Bobo, one of our present cats, and I walk. It is where, when George and I were camping there years ago, I saw the The Green Man. To think of all who live within that space dying a violent death rips me up emotionally. I feel inadequate for not being able to protect those beings who have sheltered me and taught me. The phrase I keep hearing from the oil and gas business guys is that "It's all about money". Is a good life really all about money? Is it o.k. to destroy what we fail to understand?