We all live busy lives. I have been very much engaged in an action trying to preserve a forest in Beaver Pond on unsurrendered and unceded Algonquin territory. I spent three days going to the other side of the city, getting really, really cold, trying to share the knowledge that trees and us have this very special cosmic dance and cutting them down is like committing suicide.
I haven't had the chance to talk to Roberto these past few days. The last time I was with him (Saturday) he was feeling a bit better. It seems that the saline treatment was giving him a break from nausea and vomiting.
Tomorrow I have a class and I am planning visit or phone Roberto on my way back.
Some weeks ago, we had a nice evening at Roberto's house and these are the pictures of that evening. The Guatemalan food was great and we had two special guests from Guate: Roberto's sister and a friend of hers. He laughed a lot.
These last three days as I engaged in civil disobedience to fight for that forest, I thought about Roberto a lot. He's been there with me, as I surrendered to the wisdom and tranquility of a dormant forest at Beaver Pond, only to wake up to the horrors of modern civilization. Can you just imagine how the hibernating animals would feel when all of a sudden the are ripped apart by heavy machinery without understanding why?
This is us with Roberto and his family.
I'll be good. Tomorrow I'll get in touch with Roberto. As I write this late note, I hold in my heart a prayer for my brother/compañero.
Good night.
Marcelo
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