Growing up (in honor of my father's Italian heritage), our Christmas decorations always stayed up through this day. Then my mother eagerly took them down. I've followed this tradition until recently. Then something changed.

2025 is the year we lost Jane Goodall. And what a loss it is at a time when her tenacity and truth telling are needed more than ever. 

Imagine... a world of people so steeped in joy, so fulfilled by creating, so on fire with being in their magic that hatred and violence lose their grip and each person sees themselves in every other person, every other living thing.