W&N

	William and Nathan Liles
	Barbara's sons were toddlers when they came to Aurora Farm and there they grew up, eating vibrant food, exploring their 31 acre hilltop home, climbing trees, making friends with wildlife, tending pets and farm animals, discovering wonders, finding mysteries and learning to live in harmony with Nature. The farm shaped and nurtured them but could not have prepared them for life in a culture that debases Nature and food, that trivializes life. One of these young men, his soul founded in the soil, searched diigently in a ballooning seller's market for his own land and in October, 2006 we, the Aurora Farm Family Foundation, closed on a 10-acre plot of land south of Creston, B.C. The land has never been farmed or lived on and has been logged only once, 80 years ago. Son William discovered this precious place and he will manage it for us all. His experience includes having worked for The Corporation and he recoiled in his depths from the vicious exploitation of the young by the greedy. His artistic nature will prevail as he embraces a free and unique lifestyle.
	The other young man is able to game the corporate monster--he's worked 4 years for one of the largest ski resorts. He knows he's exploited but is patient, building credibility and relationships. He's the laid-back one, but intense in his own way, and wise in the world. He will always know, down deep, that he can tend his own land and grow his own food
	Why can't our kids--all of our kids--get a fair break? Do the corporate owners really need to squeeze these kids between high prices in the places that have jobs and low wages? What do the bosses believe, where are their values, when they devalue and demean the coming generation, their spiritual heirs? Do the shareholders truly require this?
	What are we missing here?How many times have these youngers shown us, with their skate- and snowboarding, their trick bicycling, trampolines and tree climbing? They climb rock faces and mountains, they bounce and dance. It's LEVITY they're teaching, how to take ourselves lightly, how to soften the boundaries a little, and let gravity work for us for a change. What would it be like if we were lighter?
	For example: Suppose elders with land and long expertise shared with youngers who have the desire, their land, their mentorship, and their living? Suppose we could bypass government, land grant colleges and other know-it-all experts and and behave as the family of light that we really are? Suppose we learned to live lightly, in TRUST.

William's Winter Solstice poem for his mom, 2001