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Sun Beam at the Seam of Current Status and Future Gladness

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

Lyla June – All Nations Rise

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.

– Lyla June, Dine’ (Navajo)

Balance Revisited En Route to Fall. Now Get Up!

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]

Music Festivals: Venusian Love and the Sol that Illuminates

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?

When I Was Young

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 am, I am
I am, I am
I am, I am
I am, I am

(Repeat)

Rainwater of Remembering

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.”

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.

Much thanks ?

cr0 – A Group (Lyrics & Instrumental, Rendition Not Recorded)


A group of musicians merges
Making the most of what each of them brings to the coast,
To float, to coast, to roast yet also to regenerate
1&1 fate come together
I & I makin moves with the weather
Of the crowd, of the loud, of the soft, of the
Group of musicians coming together
Makin the best of what each of them got to get off of their chest
Empty one cup just to fill another
Keepin’ the water cyclin’
Fixin’ Nitrogen like lightenin’
And so the music moves, to the grooves of the
Group of soils come together
Aggregated action as ecological agriculture gains traction
1 & 1 fate come together
I & I makin moves with the weather
Of the crowd, of the loud, of the soft, of the
Group of farmers come together
Trailin’ trees for the Golden Tether
Making the most of what each of them brings to the coast,
To float, to coast, to roast yet also to regenerate
A group of people emerges