This morning, while walking my dog, I came across a broken picture frame on an otherwise pristine mountain trail. The glass was shattered, the frame was busted, even the photograph was torn and scattered. Perhaps for someone it was the refuse of a sad or angry story. The discarded remains of a once-cherished time that had become too painful to remember.

To me, however, it was simply another piece of thoughtlessly discarded human garbage. It reminded me of the old "Iron Eyes Cody" anti-pollution ad from the 70s. Admittedly, the commercial itself was an example of cultural appropriation, as the actor wasn't even Native American—he just looked the part. But that slow, single tear, however manufactured, still rolls true even after half a century.

While we can't go back in time, we can look back and learn from it. Especially by examining our own footprints. Personal reflection helps us remember where we've been, appreciate where we are now, and as we move forward, become even more responsible and aligned with what truly matters. Both individually and collectively.