Last week I heard an incredible song that I found deeply meaningful and touching. The song reminded me of my early days when I used to protest, and what hopes we had for a better world.
May 1st, also known as May Day has it’s original roots in ancient Rome and various manifestations have evolved celebrating Spring throughout Europe and North America. In 1889, this day was also chosen as International Worker’s Day.
We seem to be at a real crossroads where as individuals and collectively as a society we need to make some serious choices and sacrifices.