Air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life that it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also received his lash sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life…our land…a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers…
What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth. …The Earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself…
Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.
The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors… Each glossy reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water’s murmur is the voice of my father’s father… The rivers are our brothers…So you must give the rivers the kindness that you would give any brother.
But how can you buy or sell the sky? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air. how can you buy them?
Who are we
What we do