Susan Elizabeth Hale

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I gratefully accept your donations to support my on-going research and writing.My sacred vision is to guide women and children into a healing heart relationship with themselves and all of nature. My current project is a young adult novel about trees, deforestation and nature spirits who disguise themselves as grandmothers. I am seeking donors, corporate sponsors and connections to bring this vision into its highest manifestation.

A FEW FACTS

We are at a crisis today because of global warming. One of the largest causes of global warming is deforestation of the rain forest. According to the Natural Resources Defense Council (NRDC) toilet tissue is responsible for 15% of all deforestation.

There are over 8,000 species of trees and 10% of them are facing extinction. When you lose a tree you also lose a community of birds, wildlife, insects, and plants that are dependent upon that tree. For example, the Bristle Cone pine, one of the world’s oldest organisms, 4,870 years old, is an important food source for small mammals and birds in eastern California, Nevada and Utah. Because of environmental conditions the Bristle Cone pine is not regenerating.

Trees are the lungs of the planet and we have a reciprocal relationship with the exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide. Weareone.org states that "we share the same DNA as tree and have a shared destiny,"

Excerpt from The Old Woman with the Hat full of Feathers

“Ladies, ladies, come to order,” Florabunda called loudly to be heard over the sudden buzz of the group. “Now for our reports, Lady Lob Lolly, would you please go first.”

A tall elegant woman wearing a close-fitting green cap over her platinum blond hair stood up from her chair and spoke with a southern drawl, “Jody’s Sugar Maple is dying. You know the one that her grandmother planted in front of her house.” There were gasps of horror among the ladies.

Next a short stout woman with thick ankles and a white fringe of bangs covering her eyes stood up. She pushed the bangs back and straightened the red beret on her head. “That’s not all. In Atlanta perfectly good houses are being torn down so that huge new houses called McMansions can be built. The sweet gum tree where Mandara buried her dog Molly is being cut down along with the pines and oaks. And right here in Peachtree City the ponds where the spring peepers come are being drained on account of a condo project. The tree that Lisa used to talk to when she was little is in grave danger. Birdie, what have the birds told you?”