Jane Goodall

Jane Goodall flies on the eagle, her white hair spiraling loose from its low bun, bristling in the wind of wings and the call of the chimpanzee.
She is slight and sweet with thin lips, kind eyes, and long limbs reminiscent of her constant subjects and her closest friends.
At the age of four, she hid in a haystack for hours to discover how the hen lays her eggs since explanation could not parallel witness.
Even Jane waited tables to save up enough money to board a ship and wave goodbye to life before dreams came true.
Her mother camped beside her in the jungles of Africa on her first journey, for how could a girl of 23 go unaccompanied into the wild.
Jane wonders where indigenous wisdom has gone – why the elders no longer meet to discuss the fate of the world; why each decision is made based on selfish immediate gratification.
She laments that we have somehow lost the connection between the clever brain and the human heart.
Jane says hope is a seed growing into a shoot, powerful enough to break through brick walls with its sheer will to survive.
She is a believer in the indomitable human spirit and the resilience of all things livng.