Everywhere I turn. People drama, environmental disasters, energetic chaos and so on.
Part of me wishes to be involved with the Mad Hatter’s tea party. It looks exciting. Instead, I feel like the Cheshire cat. Invisible and watching the mess from a safe distance. Amused and also deeply disturbed.
In my mixed grill, spiritual practice. I’ve learned to sit in stillness and just be/do no thing. When I was 16, I spent the summer embracing Taoism. It was the most peaceful summer, that I can remember. Then, back to Catholic, Prep school. Not so peaceful anymore. Why do I let the world keep messing up my calm?
I’m a person who wishes people would pull their ignorant, selfish heads out of their asses and look around. Stop acting like kids on the playground. Fighting over broken toys. We have the ways and means to leap ahead as a species. But damn! Change is scary and takes effort. “We’ve always done it this way.” Keeps us pooping our pants and sucking our thumbs in our playground.
I love hearing and reading about people, who have done simple and extraordinary things. Not for the fame and glory, but for the betterment of humanity. Tesla, Buckminster Fuller, Elon Musk, Just to scratch the surface.
The brilliant, young people who are coming up with ways to recycle and create in such fantastic ways. It gives me hope.
I’m really loving the idea of a new economy. This money and debt thing just isn’t working. I’m seeing more co-ops, time banks and bartering. I love trading and bartering. It forces you to converse with a person. Something I need to work on. Believe it or not. I’m quite the introvert, at first. I’m not comfortable with too many people focused on me, at once.
So, how in the hell do I go about starting a co-op of body workers? The types of people I’d like to work with are not the best, business savvy folks. They’re healers, dreamers and artists. I need to find a sharp, trustworthy, business minded person who’s willing to herd a group of creative souls. I’m not asking for much.