Why the Feral Life?

THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE IS THE HAND THAT RULES THE WORLD.
~ William Ross Wallace

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This site is an Ode to Mothers and the families they love! In this fast-paced modern society where “bigger is better” and “all that glitters (is considered) gold”, it is easy to lose track of our daily impact in this epic journey of life on earth. However, it is no secret that there stand today many threats to the continuance of life as we know it. If we permit ourselves to continue on this same path, many of the luxuries we now take for granted will soon be meaningless in the absence of pure air, food, and water.

Like a massive avalanche steadily gaining momentum with its devastating consequences, so are our habits and participation in this consumerist society hurdling us towards untimely demise, with each of us unwittingly serving as cogs and wheels in this monstrous machine of “technological progress” all to the detriment of our unborn progeny.

But, thankfully, there are heroes with the power to save us from such a fate. They are here-now, they are the past, the present, and the future. They are each generation born and raised with love, and the mothers whose guidance and protection enables the immaculate potential they were destined to manifest.

So, it is not the businessman, not the engineer, the architect nor banker whom decides what the future holds. Instead it is the quintessential partnership between mother and child that will determine whether we seed our doom or the birth of heaven on earth.

WE DO NOT INHERIT THE EARTH FROM OUR ANCESTORS, WE BORROW IT FROM OUR CHILDREN.

~ Ancient Indian Proverb

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The Hand that Rocks the Cradle…

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THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE IS
    THE HAND THAT RULES THE WORLD.

      BLESSINGS on the hand of women!
        Angels guard its strength and grace.
      In the palace, cottage, hovel,
          Oh, no matter where the place;
      Would that never storms assailed it,
          Rainbows ever gently curled,
      For the hand that rocks the cradle
          Is the hand that rules the world.

      Infancy’s the tender fountain,
          Power may with beauty flow,
      Mothers first to guide the streamlets,
          From them souls unresting grow—
      Grow on for the good or evil,
          Sunshine streamed or evil hurled,
      For the hand that rocks the cradle
          Is the hand that rules the world.

      Woman, how divine your mission,
          Here upon our natal sod;
      Keep—oh, keep the young heart open
          Always to the breath of God!
      All true trophies of the ages
          Are from mother-love impearled,
      For the hand that rocks the cradle
          Is the hand that rules the world.

      Blessings on the hand of women!
          Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
      And the sacred song is mingled
          With the worship in the sky—
      Mingles where no tempest darkens,
          Rainbows evermore are hurled;
      For the hand that rocks the cradle
          Is the hand that rules the world.

~ William Ross Wallace (1819-1881)