Though the work is easier together, we spread out in the darkest time of year to cozier burrows, diffusing the weight of winter, lighter on the land. Though it is dark, we are warmed to know there are familiar others nearby. Our struggles are tied up together, and while one faces scarcity, someone else has more than enough to share, so that we may survive together and work together in brighter times.
So it has been through the ages. So it is still in little ways in overdeveloped places where big systems eclipse mutual aid: we turn to neighbors for power during long outages, for tool shares, for relationship. So it is still in big ways in underdeveloped places where small systems are made sufficient by human relationships: cooperating to cultivate land, to maintain infrastructure for basic needs, for relationship.
The lessons of the seasons proceed before us, though we may be distracted by a house on fire, our own or our neighbors.
May we be there for each other, so that we may all meet our needs, in mutual benefit with the sources of that sustenance and satisfaction. May peace be upon you.
“Language is our gift and our responsibility. I’ve come to think of writing as an act of reciprocity with the living land. Words to remember old stories, words to tell new ones, stories that bring science and spirit back together to nurture our becoming people made of corn.”
via Robin Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass, page 347.
“The Zohar discusses the universe, as a whole, in far broader terms than merely the physical universe. Indeed, the physical universe, as vast as it may be, is dwarfed in comparison with the mystical universe that embraces angelic and demonic realms. Whereas the physical universe is measured in time and distance, the mystical universe is measured in terms of levels of awareness. These levels should not be viewed as separate boundaries, for awareness is a continuum.”
Rabbi David Cooper – “G-d is a Verb” (Page 34) Artwork – “THE LETTERS” (Aleph – Bet) OF RABBI HAMNUNA-SABA
samurai funk semper fi punk open wide trunk dag nabbit go'n grab it go'n stab it with the sword o' separation meditation, divide two parts to start finding the heart, third waypoint hark there they point: two poles to a whole two souls and a bowl pythagorian therians has me seein' medians dan tien meridians fission vision endearing 'em
yea, gettin' outta my funk pull a sword outta my trunk and behold it thine self, known it all along, we ample strong when we together O, different for the better opposites coincide, open yer eyes wide breathe, so you ain't blue in the face union, in pace with nature's trace
Philo was a Jewish philosopher living in Hellenistic Alexandria, Egypt, of the Roman Empire around 20 BCE to 50 CE. He thought of “Logos”  along the lines of Plato’s “theory of Ideas” or “theory of Forms” . These are related to panpsychism  and the role of archetypes in that consciousness context. For more on that subject, see the post All is Mind.
Philo identified the metaphysical “Logos” with HaShem  (an ineffable name of G-d, Hebrew for “the Name”, Tree of Life). Following these connections is one clue connecting the Kabbalistic Tree of Life with a metaphysics of panpsychism and mystical Jewish panentheism .
Thanks to the Source. A little more info about Philo:
“Philo visited the Second Temple in Jerusalem at least once in his lifetime. Philo would have been a contemporary of Jesus and his Apostles. Philo along with his brothers received a thorough education. They were educated in the Hellenistic culture of Alexandria and Roman culture, to a degree in Ancient Egyptian culture and particularly in the traditions of Judaism, in the study of Jewish traditional literature and in Greek philosophy.”
Thanks be to the Source 1 up, run up until sunup Mind aligned with the source In a line find, set of circles squared Order to the chaos, color purple rared, color red relevant whole spectrum sentiments hole in election elements goal is selecting sediments through best practice go flow with the tactics, that is of nature place your faith for fur, but the living kind kick and grind to bind oneself to one better way of being color green butter scene s’all I’m seeing while I’m treein’ talkin’ oils, talkin’ starch, talkin’ mutual benefits for when times is peace and times is dark hark it’s peace, peace, peace, One Love
Thanks, to the Source All Praise to the Source 1 up, run up, until sunup 1 time, 1 song to sing 1 self, 1 story to tell that’s arc, hark, what’s the color of one’s heart? color red relevant, blue hues sentient hurryingly hesitant to unfold lead to gold that’s how nature holds control: with haste but not rushing yo, it’s the minimal you go touching when ya ain’t honored in the house so honor the house, be modest as a mouse humble as a “how’s abouts?” yeah, go ask her face ja nature one life one love peace, peace, peace, all thanks to the Source ॐ ॐ ॐ
I give thanks
for the source
for the music
for the indigenous people who share it
for the mutualism one can live
showin’ the way
For the present
The grief of a flower.
The grace of a bird.
The wisdom of a way.
The finality of a word.
50 million year + mutualism
Resounding generation – we hear’em
A grief. I feel it for a brief time now and now again. Takes ya to the deeps, something that comes with ya to ya sleeps.
Environmental, mental, an ever sentimental scent that scarce sense keeps dyin’
What I & I am finding
Renewal keeps tryin’, LVX movement illumine what’s next
Each particle a wave
Each ending a new beginning
A new in-ing, a new unfolding
A new present olding
Each one teach one, love some way to say two become one
Some one to be, the one self you see part “I” part “the” part “we”
A memory out of each moment, a moment of momentum
And on and on and on went
. . .
5 element theory got folks kinda leery
Got me in peace like a circle and a square
And I dare in this bi-polar world to try to be a triangle in the spot
☉ne dot in a circle
That’s sun, that’s light, that’s life, that’s one
The boom of m☽☽n in the room ☽y☽lin’ through forests and tombs
And tunes, as life goes on
And on and on and on went
. . .
New beginnings, for ever
Grief and gratitude, toward Home one better