Aquará guazú is the local name for maned wolf. My buddy from the dream realms. Smells like skunk weed.

A Rider at the Oval

A stranger rode into the hall of power,
a weary traveler from a battered land.
He came not to beg, but to stand,
bearing the weight of his people's sorrow.

It seems to me that in times like these, the artists are the ones that hold the power to properly translate the moments. Thinking on ways to support them, and and reminding myself to approach each obstacle as an opportunity to make things more beautiful.

Choosing this quote today because of how ugly it can seem inside of America.

‘ It is not the science about nature that allows us to lift the veil of secrets inherent in nature; rather it will be the gradual perfection of our own ability to love, which permits us by and by to lift it.’ - WJ Stein