A Village to raise a Family.

The things that go un-done are immeasurable.
As individuals,..as families,..as communities,..as beings..it seems as if there isn't any extra time to tend to those little importance's that make life worth living in a mutually joyfilled way. Must work..mutter, mutter,..must bring home the bread!..and I must go far away from my family to be a success!wait...what??

Families are falling apart. We go farther and longer in between good-times together,..and for all it takes from us,..we (many at least)..go unfulfilled still! We begin to un-know our shining, individualistically beautiful children,..and each-other. And the money that's made, that we miss our lives earning?..it pays for things we don't even want..i.e..daycare(because we're working)gas(because we work far from the house)food(because we don't have the time or where-with-all to keep a garden)..and then..lots of things to buffer the empty feeling that "living" like this gives.(What a gift!?):op

In a Village?..The Agricultural rings would sustain(i'm guessing)..maybe 70% of the food. Orchards, grain, and livestock, of course would also be integral to self-sustained abundance.

In a (newly, techno-yes)Village,..there would be solar, wind, micro-hydro, and geothermal energy and heat sources, to allow for less need as far as working just to get to work and to heat the home..etc..

In a Village?..Top- notch education would have to be standard,..as would child-education(for adults)..The central lodge would be most beautiful if it were also the School and younger child-care facility..I imagine this lodge as a multi-functional and dimensional facility..where all members of the Community can come for education,direction, interaction, information and centering.

This is where the Village Council would take it's office, as well as any other community-outreach programs.
And a Tea and Coffee House...

If you hhad the need to work away from your yurt,..your children could come to the Lodge for either schooling, or Younger-care activities!
I imagine in the beginning it will all seem as much a tangle of time as any other place to dwell,..but after time is untangled..and we each re-set our internal clocks to greater intentions,..the internal workings of the Village would run smoothly,..yet in such a way as to allow for personal and family and community time,..to celebrate each-other and what this life might BE! :o)

Too big to work well..

I love Cities. First off,..I will start there. Cities are flowering centers of activity, possibilities, and are multi-hued pools of culture to soak yer cranial spongespheres in.
So,..why are they not working so well? Why does it feel like we bow to them and not the other way around?We created them to serve us, but are they? Can they anymore?  Could it be they are just TOO big to work well anymore? I think so.

This is the beginning of a time when I see a shift in thinking in us as a people; to find and re-configure "purpose".( In this vision, I am only one of a multitude!)The broad (and truly) all-encompassing nature of that re-analizing lens is immense!!
Though I do not claim to re-invent the wheel or the World; I CAN be just myself enough to say what I see, and maybe have THAT be one in a million happy catalysts which I believe are readying (and  indeed, currently) INSPIRING the current of the future into BEING a happier flow to BE in and of and from and with!

So,..what is it?What do I see? High-Tech? Futuristic? Super-Engineered?Yes!..and no.

Sometimes the past IS the future. Looking back to the roots of our varied ancestral histories,.. I see a common thread that is SO apparent,..one walks right past,..without REALIZING what it is they just overlooked!(.. or simply didn't fully see the benefit of.)

They take that thing for granted,..as if it never mattered,..when TRULY it tied life together, and gave birth to every dream man ever shared and made manifest from the side of a kindled flame.

It fed in groups.
It cared in celebrations.
It mourned in arm-linked, life-linked marches.
It protected(in every sense of the word)innocence, wisdom, truth, honor, and validation.
It WAS Community.
It was and IS...(native drum-roll, please,..).... THE VILLAGE.

(Like the "neighborhood",..but where each had a purpose and role to play on the Community Stage.)

And you know,maybe... juuuuust MAYBE it's time to re-enter village thinking and acting and doing and vision-questing TOGETHER.

In a Village,..who ARE you?

In a Village, where you FEEL like you belong(which IS priceless)...what are you giving your community in return?
For every job, is a burden lifted from your brother's back. And every burden lifted,..is a place where a new dream can be raised and lifted instead!Together,..we do this. Together, we dream bigger! Together, we fly, where alone, we fell!

Winter Night's Solstice Eclipse 2010

Ah..the visions and reflections known by the soul,..that the camera cannot(and did not) capture!
S'ok, Moon,..i got ya.
I hear what yer puttin' down.
The camera made you look unfocused in your Burgundy soaked attire,..but I know yer game.
Yer all about the face of change!
The face of a changing Planet!
..a Tide who's depths run as red and as true as the blood and passions of It's Peoples, casting their racing shadows upon the light, to be known. I see.
Well done. ; )

Season

Following the Seasons..
Birthed into greater visions, via broader horizons,..
Knowing ourselves through the changes in the Moon,
Being ourselves though it may seem a puzzle,
Like the Sun that is comfortless and cold in December,..though so bright
And made of fire,..
We are not as we appear.

World Word Play(the Bloggosphere..)

I will not believe in your glass and mirrors
You refuse to see me,..when the word "spirit" appears..
We cannot see eye to eye this way
We cannot admit ignorance,..or find better things to say
And so,..in two different worlds we remain
Not understanding your reasoning, darkens my light to gray
Because I want to share my mind with the World one day,..
Why not begin with you ?
..and we'll talk through,
And birth a greater Dreaming-scape?
Tell me if you don't follow,..and I'll take the extra steps
Tell me if you can't breathe,
..if I'm going too fast,or vague
..and please, take a few extra breaths,..
But stay.
And share your mind as well,..in the World word-play.
Because my mind is a great, Great Big place
And if EVERYONE'S is,..then..we've REALLY got no time to waste!
but..Put your love-lens on..to more easily adapt
..to sharing thoughts ..
..and time,
..and space.
Namaste~

Time's Space~

Is IT coming, when we're going,
..on with all our thick unknowing?
Arrogance defies Life's Showing,
Blind and Deaf and Numb and growing
..Colder, as the "older"passing takes us,
But Time's invention, IT won't awake us,
..needs us sleeping on our tongues
..thinks IT can't live away from
Time's conventions...
But we can change the way The Future's done,
Opening Time and It's Space's Mind,..
..like an extra dimension.
One, two and three,..clearly I see their path's wake,..
The Fourth is in me,..and the"now",that I shape,
..Time,and I, hand in hand with Fate,
..collaborate.
Only "nothing" and it's doing makes IT too late.
So, I don't wait.
So, I avoid the need to hesitate.
And where IT "breaks",
.. I learn to make and repair this fabric of Time's Space.

Shadow and All..

I am broken
..but I know what needs to be fixed.
I am empty,
..but I know how to fill things.
Funny things..
..like peoples lives with Wonder..
..and The Tender with Honor,
..and The Shadows with lighted laughter.
But it isn't enough these days,
..to be a Sprite,
...and Love by living lovingly...
And to Live by Love alone!
To SURVIVE the onslaught of Life's little twists,
(..and The Twisted)
..I must think like the Darkness..
Must breathe and spin Fire 
Learn to speak like The Dragon to Be HEARD.
I must stand as close as I can to The Shadow
 ..without Falling through It's window, forevermore.
Must look into that window,
 And be prepared to be unprepared for what I've realized there.
When I see myself.
..the paradoxically shaped phrases that slip from my stupified synapses,
..and roll unsophisticatedly off of my tongue.
(The only way they can.)
And,..seeing the "rest of them", all lined up at the Shadow's edge,
..peering at their own reflections,
Just like me.
Dark enough somewhere WITHIN,..to attain this stage in what must be a Game,
Yet bright enough SOMEWHERE within,..to brave this plateau of Learning,
Hoping someday for more of The Light and less of The Shadow for All,..plus me..
Oh...(sigh)Can we not help each other?
..in some greater capacity?
..without getting swallowed up by The Other's Shadow Reflection Pool?
I keep hoping we can.
I may be broken,..but sharing these reflections is all I've got really.
Maybe they'll help me/you/us/them..who knows?
Thinking "BIG" is still sorta free...
Even WITH The Shadow's Edge right there.
I'm doing it. It's decided. Shadow and All..
Can't keep a good Sprite down!
I WILL find a way to fix what's broken in this place.

Mommy Ought...

Mommies ought stay soft,..yet HOT!
Mommies ought,..not be paid or bought..
Mommies are happy with crumbs and almost empty cups,..
Mommies are blissfilled to be everything for everyone,..
Mommies are wipers
and fixers
and containers.
Mommies don't need. They live off remainders..
Mommies wouldn't dare to dream too grandly,..
Mommies have a greater understanding..
Mommies fill the Universe with Life!
They are the bringers of completion,(..and often The Wife.)
They are the packing-horses of expectation,..
(They ARE the vacation.)
And, Mommies don't ever, EVER get sad.
And, Mommies don't EVER, ever get mad.
Mommies are right where you need them,
..when you won't face the World.
Though Mommies are full of  an Ocean's silent grieving,
The grit in their teeth flows out from their lips as pearls.
For Mommies are sweet and bright, their graces upon us,..
And,..Mommies are slightly disguised , for within each is REALLY a Goddess!

Unconditional.

Unconditional.
No,..REALLY.
Like when it's bad weather, and I hurt..THEN.
Like when all my poems by the candle get burnt,..THEN.
Like when my fears of my whole life have overshadowed the light that's left, that's mine,..THEN.
Like when the tears you helped me learn to have, are no longer divine,.. THEN. Unconditionally,..will you love me then? Or did you truly, ever, my friend?
I don't want to be in your club of cool,..
waiting for the time when you'll find me a fool,..
I thought this light was intentional in it's shine,..
I dream of beacon-friendship-Love, unconditional,..mine.

This is..

What is this?
A Spark that grows and spreads it's torch-erous word, from a flame-throwing tongue?
Maybe it is just a Thought, that morph's for a living..or
A Dream of Vampiric proportions..
..the Shadows of it's Intent lie in waiting,..
..as it drains the Life out of my Hours..
And it won't die..
It thrives and evolves with the silent, dark known.
And It knows
That most likely, I will allow It to exist,..
And It allows me, in turn to know It is there..
"It" is what's nearly-possible,..
The shuffling deck of futures that ruffles it's feathers for me.
A Wild beast that flies without migration,..home in all places,..and therefore,
Nowhere in particular...can it belong.
A roaming-understanding,..that claims this World and the Next...
Alpha Female, giving birth to Freedom's Pack..
It growls and howls it's secrets to me,..
..and the Now is changed with the shading of the possibilities in the teeth,
..though not under foot, or paw.
But the Knowing,..is still full of The Forgetting as well..
As I take time to know the World,..I lose the time and myself that i seek..
For, I am changed with the options as they appear ahead,..
And i begin to forget the options as they existed just moments before,..
(Knowing makes us all liars and idiots and novices as we go.)
We pull as many of the clues as we can from the Shadows
When we are feeling brave.
I know I do.
Some days,..that Spark is what I use to light the Rocket to visit the Cosmos.
Some days,..that Bird of The Phoenix Clan,..paints the Truth in Flaming trails across my Heart and the Sky,..
Some moments,...I am made of tissue paper,..and cannot be too close to this bright thing..
Some moments,.. I am afraid of The Wild I was born from,..and don't want to be alone in the woods.. afraid of The Alpha..
I hear It's mournful howl,
..and the Cry chills my skeleton,..
And I begin to see my own Dark coat,..and the Sound heaving from my chest
that is Mine.
I am that Wild
That Chaos
That Question
That Answer
That Future
That Nothingness.

a time inside

This week i traveled across the state for the little ones spring break. I stayed up very late at night beading wonderful new necklaces for sale and planning on how to "make my million". I watched cable television.(Mostly food network and hgtv,..with a little discovery and history channel thrown in for good measure.) It's like a whole different world if you have access to it. I would awaken in the morning with this feeling that perhaps half of the world had watched what i had the night before and perhaps it had profoundly changed us all. Or perhaps they had watched the brain-cell robbing shows on being pretty and rude and selfish and rich,...that would change them also.
I too want wealth, but what i would do with it would be so different than many. I believe that i could change lives for the better. So...I'm wondering and planning on what step next for the path ahead. I'll start with photography first. What do you think?
p.s I spoke with Nic recently,...alive but in much pain...but alive!!! So good to have him sharing this world with us.

morning drive

There is a highway in the sky today
Printed on the blue,in softest white
You are not there upon it's path today
...that's right, that's right
We'll keep you here
'Long as we may
Heaven kept you from
It's celestial freeway
We cry and whisper our thanks out loud
You'll not ride yet,
..that road...that cloud
Hold tight,we do to you
You'll not venture on unto the light above
New sight,we prove thru you,...and love,..and love.

Awaken!!

I received a text message this afternoon that informed me that Nic was awake!! My friend said that he was managing his own pain med's and that they would take out the feeding tube tonight!!
A miracle has occurred and we have all bared witness to the awe that life holds in it's hands. I haven't spoken with him yet. I don't want to overwhelm, but i do want to hear his voice again. A few nights ago, the thought of never hearing it again was just too much to bear. Thank the heavens that i didn't have to. Tomorrow i will get the hospital's address and send him the water colored cards my son and i have made for him.
Soon the "random-energies"(tm.) will have to get together and do some serious fundraising brainstorming! There's a good $150,000 to go,not to mention up-and-coming costs for this private hospital and the anti-rejection drugs.(and I'm sure there's more.)
But he's come this far,money shouldn't be a problem when living is so much more important.So far I've thought of
1.rummage sales
2.raffles
3.art auctions
??? Any ideas?

Liver long and prosper

So, Nic got a new liver!! I got the call Saturday night that he was going in for surgery. What a relief! Though it seems with each new bit of good news comes another tide of praying and anxiety. It will never be done with. I won't feel okay until we sit down to break bread together, drinking purified water and laughing out loud. His face is constantly in my mind. I see him when we first met,..so young and vivacious. He knew all the words to "slim shady". He knew the way out of a dark shadow. He was instantly kindred, an old soul.
I see him later, more worn by the world, seemingly waiting for everyone to catch up to his knowledge and calm.
The world has done many a quick-change to us all. This experience has given me a new opportunity to make contact again. I think that i had forgotten how we could all affect the world and each-other for the better. Now it's time to grab-up those loose ends and once again be a part of something greater than singularity can be.
...to weave with understanding and non-judgement,a web that will catch us if any of us should fall. Join me in the weaving.

life worth waiting for

So,..Nic is in the private hospital in nebraska now. Half of the necessary 300 grand has been collected. He is in a coma. I've been told that's not a bad thing. I'm trying very hard to grasp all of this, though. The docters are hoping to have a liver for him this week-end.
I'm trying not to hope for someone else's demise ,while anxiuosly awaiting news of a liver coming his way.
For what do I pray? I pray that he can last long enough to wait for a donar. I pray for his friends and community, and (god bless them) strangers to give all they can and fundraise in new and phenominal ways to get the other 150 grand to pay for the surgery that has been held hostage awaiting it's ransome.
I wonder if Nic knows how much we love him. We haven't kept tabs on each-other well enough. When did the random intuitive phone calls stop? When did we start telling ourselves that our hearts were'nt relevant enough to share?...that our probems were'nt big enough to bother our friends with? How many times have i myself stopped short of one number on the phone to complete a call to complain about my simple woes? But isn't that what friends are for? Did Nic need to talk to someone and fear the brush-off? Now that we are "grown-up's" ,it seems that we don't reach out anymore, but i don't think that it's because we don't need to. The rationalization machine in our minds has become oh so sophisticated! It talks us down and drags us down and leaves us alone with our thoughts too much these days. We all mourn the death of one of our own in a different way. But when it becomes destructive when do we tell someone to stop? I hear they drank too much the night of our Elmo's passing. Didn't they see more clearly their own mortality? If we can't try to interfere with demise, how do we call ourselves friends? It's time to actually grow up. To admit we weren't born knowing the answers...and questioning things outloud when we feel we should. I see so many in the world giving up on life because they think they have to...that the world will survive without them. It will never be the same. All of the people we may touch with our light in the future, they go on into darker paths than if we had intercepted them with our love.
Love is not trite or childish or assumed under a hippie guise. Love saves lives every day. I will love as i see fit, and probably more than some people think i ought to, but i will not be consumed by doubt's strangulation hold.I will not be diminished by embarresment to share my love. This love may just help to heal whomever is touched by it. This love is mine to give,and give it i shall.

no insurance=death

is it right that some-one with liver failure should die because they can't afford a transplant?My friend nic is 26 and has not long to live. Medicaid won't insure transplants in those over 21. His family had to come up with as much cash as is humanly possible and still they're short $25,000. They won't operate without the full amount. The fact that it costs 300 grand is outrageous to begin with. The surgeons should do it pro bono. There should be a surgeons pool where they all put in their names and when cases like nic's arrise, they pull a surgeon from the pool and they just do it!!Not all their work should be for free, but some of it definately should be. Our Healthcare system is very very broken, and i fear i shall lose a dear friend to it if we can't find 25 grand.Anyone with that kind of cash need a tax deduction?