I took a side trip this past week. An excursion away from connectivity, I relied on spotty cel service to deliver emails to my phone that from time to time would fall in and out of range. This tiny device, so reliable and not so. A miniature vortex, that finally ran slowly out of battery. No beeps, no alerts, no ringtones, now I was left with the sound of conversing voices, birds and the sounds of my children and my nieces frolicking in the water of a valley long filled by the Tennessee Valley Authority. Oh, and by the way, it was filled with a lot of water.
I caught fish, I played innumerable sequences of my water soundtrack. I thought about activism and awareness, and I thought about all 16 of us. I thought about our collective efforts as a conduit, as a multifaceted interface between our call to action and the audience that awaits.
Today, I introduced the Blue Yarn Project to 32 soccer players, the youngest only 6 years old and the oldest 13 years old. Pausing on one knee they listened to my 3 minute talk of what we had accomplished today as soccer players and what we would accomplish tomorrow as we made our first step toward becoming water stewards, and water ambassadors.
It’s a leap of faith. It’s a vocal act of embrace, one generation to another, simple, singular and beautiful.
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