As she cycles, Leora’s mind wanders to the frustrations she feels about the world. There’s so much division, environmental destruction, and a growing sense of disconnect between people and nature, not to mention the ongoing wars worldwide. She thinks of the children she once taught, imagining what they’ll inherit if humanity continues on its current path. The sorrow and urgency she feels are almost palpable.
Leora slows down, eventually hopping off her bike to walk along a grassy path. She greets the cows, horses, and ducks she encounters along the way, finding comfort in the way they listen quietly. Sometimes one of them ‘answers’ back in a way she feels it symbolizes a question she’s wrestled with.
Nature is still patiently waiting for us to remember. When you feel lost, go where the air is clear, and listen to the trees—they have secrets you’ll need to remember. It’s not hopping on your bike or taking your car to a certain place and then going back home again. It’s about being able to take a break for a little while, just sitting on a bench, enjoying it all. It’s about taking your bike in your hands, while you’re walking, so you can see and enjoy so much more. It’s about taking another route, instead of always going from A to B and back again, or always going to your same favorite spot. It’s about exploring another way, without knowing where it’s leading too, although you can be assured the way is always leading you to another road or another village or town. Maybe it’s about walking straight through the fields and meadows, when there isn’t even a path. Maybe it’s about just lying in the high summer grass, looking at the sky, the clouds and the birds flying by.
“Dear Tomorrow”,
There is a concept we have clung to, for far too long: that borders are invisible walls meant to divide. We see these walls not just as borders to mark each country or each province or city, but we find them in houses and gardens, in the streets and even in the parks, where you are only aloud to walk with your dog on a leash or to read a book on the sidewalk, but never to sit down or pressing and ruin the grass, let alone do some spontaneous exercises in the morning, without being ordered around by somebody saying you are not aloud to do so. When you hang out with some friends, it is said you are grouping together, which for some reason, is something that also cannot be prohibited, saying it will cause problems which were not even there to begin with. Let alone, you might talk to a stranger, whose intentions are bad, otherwise he or she wouldn’t be sitting there all alone, doing ‘nothing’.
But what if these lines we draw on maps became something else? Maybe these borders were natural rivers or mountains to begin with, meant to follow or to pass, not meant to divide people or isolate them from the rest, leaving you no room to escape, because you are surrounded by four walls closing you in and where the only way out is through the door, when you are the one holding the key.
Imagine if borders were not walls to keep people out, but doors to help each nation grow in peace and dignity. Imagine if people could cross these lines with ease, finding freedom in their movement, and every nation would respect the cultural space and identity of the other.
In the world I hope for you, each country is like a family, caring for its own with compassion and fairness. Within these borders, each government looks after its people’s needs—building strong communities, protecting the environment, and fostering traditions that make life meaningful. These places are rich not only in resources but in cultural diversity, with people of all backgrounds living as one community. And beyond these borders, every nation respects each other’s choices, beliefs, and values, offering only friendship, never interference.
I dream of a world where no nation needs to impose its will on another. Each country would be a friend, a trading partner, an ally—not an adversary. In this world, borders are honored as boundaries for decision-making, not walls between people. Each nation holds a beautiful, distinct culture and set of beliefs, but they exist side by side, like colors in a painting, creating a world that is richer for its diversity.
What does it mean to live without borders? It means that people can choose to live anywhere they feel connected to, no matter where they were born. Land, water, air, and sky belong to all of us, shared freely. It means we honor the right of each person to move across this beautiful world without fear, without needing to justify their desire to explore, settle, or connect with new people. We would be free to travel, to seek opportunity, to find adventure, and to live a life true to our dreams.
Though borders remain for decisions about how each land is governed, they would apply for people. Food, resources, and ideas would flow between nations as naturally as rivers cross valleys, enriching each place they touch. Our nations would trade and share, each taking what they need and giving what they have. In this world, no one would have to live in need or fear, because the world would work as one, each part honoring and supporting the others.
Tomorrow, if you ever have the chance to help shape this world, remember that borders don’t have to separate us. They can simply be guides for where one country’s duty begins and another’s ends. Each country is strong in its own way, but our strength is in our shared humanity, our ability to love and live together peacefully without boundaries. Let us honor each other’s lands, lives, and choices, and let wisdom and responsible choices, peace and happiness guide our paths.
In Leora’s lonesome vision, there could be a world where geographical borders do not limit people’s freedom, but cultural and political boundaries are respected. Once upon a time she held a dream of a ‘Caravan of Consciousness’ — a pilgrimage where people unite across nations to learn, share, and help with just one helping hand. Starting out a journey together, sharing and growing in the vast world we call home, it might be possible we go beyond borders, not with force but with friendship. Building bridges of hope and just sharing the light each of us carries. With a caravan, a cruise, or even a concorde of aero planes, sharing knowledge, laughter and joy, Leora sees the possibility for a world that belongs to everyone, equally.
With love, Leora
Dreaming of The Journey
Dear Tomorrow,
I once dreamed of a journey—a journey unlike any other. It wasn’t just about traveling for the sake of seeing the world; it was a journey with purpose, a moving circle of friendship and compassion, winding its way across the earth. I imagined a “Caravan of Consciousness,” a gathering of friends, each bringing their gifts, their talents, and their hearts to share with those they’d meet along the way.
In this caravan, we would travel together like a family on a mission. Picture us with wagons and horses, setting off from our quiet village in the Netherlands and heading east, winding through towns and cities, sharing stories, laughter, and wisdom. Each person in the caravan would have a role to play, a gift to share—maybe one would tell stories by the fire, another would play music, and others would teach or heal. Our purpose wouldn’t be just to wander, but to lift spirits, to connect, and to give a little light wherever we traveled.
This vision grew in my heart, and as I imagined it, the caravan became more than wagons on land; it transformed into a “Cruise of Consciousness,” a fleet of boats carrying supplies, medical aid, and hope, sailing the coastlines and arriving in ports where help was needed most. I saw us bringing food, medicine, and laughter to those who’d lost everything. We’d be a floating family, offering care wherever we dropped anchor, leaving love in our wake.
From there, I imagined a “Concorde of Consciousness,” by airplanes and hot air balloons! (*Nena: 99 Luft Balloons) soaring over cities, reaching places where help was needed immediately. In my vision, I imagined planes and balloons, perhaps even those painted in bright colors, circling over areas affected by disaster, carrying supplies and specialists, or simply watching over the earth to ensure peace and safety. We’d reach people where they needed it, bringing both practical help and hope from above.
This dream might sound grand or far-fetched, but it speaks to something simple—a wish for togetherness. It’s a dream of what we could accomplish if we journeyed not as individuals but as a collective, a family of humanity moving with purpose.
The Caravan of Consciousness reminds me that every person has a role to play, a gift to give, and a place in the journey toward a better world.
Tomorrow, if you ever feel the call to embark on a journey of your own, remember this dream. Remember that a life spent sharing your gifts with others is a life well-lived. You don’t need horses, boats, or planes to make a difference—sometimes, the journey begins in the heart, with a simple wish to help, to heal, or to inspire. But if you do find others who share your vision, who want to make the world a little brighter, then don’t hesitate. Join together, set out, and bring hope wherever you go.
The world is vast, but kindness has no borders. Let your travels leave a trail of love.
With a heart open to every road,
Leora
My Vision 