I finished these journal pages tonight. The pages started with a base of gold paint and Caran d’Ache crayons, more paint, stamps, phone book collage pieces, and sharpie pens. I wrote the Cree Prophecy with a red gel pen…then, even more paint and crayons. The Cree prophecy is as follows: “When all the trees have been cut down, when all the animals have been hunted, when all the waters have been polluted, when all the air is unsafe to breathe, only then will you understand that you cannot eat money.” I did a search on this prophecy and there are other variations of this prophecy. Other versions do not mention air pollution but the sentiment is the same in all of them. I think it’s a fitting warning to all of us who live on our planet.
Joyful Ploys 