Not Rising Appalachia but sure feels Appalachian
Situations we’re facing, people displaced in … mad amazing
Tracing rays from Sunlit Source to Saturnday-craze
Gaze to the glades to get in phase with better ways
Photons to protons, mind to mine notions, fine to find motions but we need somethin deeper
Some go by bike, some go by sleeper – who you think’s more fruitful for the reaper?
Sow what ya reap yo
Slow it down, grow deeper
In this time it isn’t Indians versus Cowboys. No. This time it is all the beautiful races of humanity together on the SAME side and we are fighting to replace our fear with LOVE. This time bullets, arrows, and cannon balls won’t save us. The only weapons that are useful in this battle are the weapons of truth, faith, and compassion.
Throwback to spring, an equinox equal-opposite with fall
Who knows what this will bring? Harvest, darkness, a returning of leaves to the soil
Leaves ran chi through a tree to, extend life, end up ripe, and go onward to become riper
HyperOM organic matter in the cypher
What’s the direction of succession? The momentum of the moment?
Never at the goal, what’s the fruit of your labor? On & on went [the song]
Being in the zone With a crowd full of friendly people, all sharing that zone And a few celebrated people, conducting that zone
Moving the movement
Music can be medicine, and each time I enjoy the privilege of a healthy dose of it among good community, I’m moved to write Amused, a muse I sight LVX : light
Life comes with highs and lows. Nature does not seem to prefer happiness. Rather, it seems to prefer balanced connections and equanimity. This is like light: it is of dual nature in balance. May one be contagiously content, engaged in high and low moments with the momentum of peace.
Some key themes distilled from the wonders of quality music festivals enjoyed well:
Fire: Accelerated social dynamic, a sort of adventure and free-flowing novelty as is common with travel or engaging with plants and animals as a group
A ‘Third Place’ or community space where one can get together with others flexibly on common level ground
Earth: Respect, with a baseline akin to kin
Air: Openness, with a baseline akin to like-minded friends
Water: Contentedness, engaging in the vibrations of life with a heartwood of equanimity
How may these qualities be cultivated beyond the boundaries of music festivals?
This song was shared with me and my friends and peers during the Vermont Wilderness School’s Southern Vermont Permaculture Immersion Workshop series in Summer 2012. It is a call and repeat song and a moving one to hear around a camp fire. It came across my radar recently, and I want to share it here for my future self and others.
When I was young
I was the sun
Shone through the trees
Into the ground
When I was young
I was the mountain
Knew all the birds
Had my own visions
When I was young
I was the river
Flowed through the mountains
Into the sea
When I was young
I was the ocean
Held all my friends
Throughout the end
I remember the persecution of European spirituality and earth-based
ways of life, and with that I see the universally acceptable in the
revolutionary founding of the USA.
I remember the massacring and
grave injustices toward the original stewards of Turtle Island, and
with that I see the universally scornful and hypocritical in the
colonization of the land we call the Americas.
In the middle of these pillars of past memory, one may walk toward universal realization of the USA’s mantra, “liberty and justice for all.”
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Mamwlad is Welsh for motherland. In this song, indigenous poet Lyla June sings about the conquering of the indigenous peoples of Europe, singing with loving forgiveness; truth and compassion; and forward-looking faith.
“Great grandmothers burned at the stake for holding the earth in their hands…persecuted…these were not evil people, these were Europe’s healers. They were healers.
This old heart of mine, it weeps away. This old heart of mine, it feels the pain, of all our ceremonies going up in flames. But feeling is healing and these tears are falling like rain…and this is why we remember their names…and this is why we wash away the pain. So let it rain on this land.
My mother’s medicine lives in the Earth. Rising from the ashes as we remember. I can hear her songs running through my veins, as my brother’s blow on embers of old bards’ stories. I will place my feet in the streams to mend the tattered edges of my father’s dreams. I will see past blood and I will remember the beauty, the beauty of a people before the conquerors came. I will not choose war, I will choose peace, and honor the ancestors that live inside of me.”
With the soil of our ancestors and the seeds of future generations, we can grow a present worth gifting.