The Still Small Voice: OISCA
Dear Family and Friends,
Worry. Apprehension. Fear.
The hallmarks of our era.
Whatever shocks and awes absorbs our greatest attention.
Extremes are never enough.
Amid the noise, where is the promised Still Small Voice?
Does it exist?
Has it ever?
If so, how can we find it;
Open our hearts to it; allow it to flood our being?
Not as a tsunami.
But as pre-dawn sunlight awakening the day.
The great unfolding of night, of sleep, of dream.
The intuitive hovering of animals.
Or the promise of plants.
Emerging out of darkness.
Silent, ever unfolding.
Stillness is everywhere.
It is our eyes and hearts that need to see, to feel, to open.
A forest planning-planting NGO.
Generations of promise.
Life slowly taking hold.
Whole forests emerging out of devastation and human toil.
One Still Small Voice.
Steadily at work.
Rebuilding lives and hope, in the midst of today’s chaotic world.
One Still Small Voice —
for a thousand years.
P.S. Is it by coincidence that as OISCA members planted trees on Saturday, the G7 met in Sendai to discuss the future of the world?
P.P.S. Today’s volunteers came in all shapes and sizes.