Red and TrueBlue Family

Red and TrueBlue Family–2

My dear Siblings,

I voted for Hillary.
I would have preferred Bernie,
but she agreed to much of his platform-especially universal health care and education and seemed to be cognizant of environmental/climate change issues and bonus–she’s a woman!

How I feel now? I am still haunted by the sound of my millennial son as he stood in the shower the morning after the election,
sobbing,
grief stricken,
mourning the loss of freedom and safety for many of his friends of different races,
nationalities,
sexual identities
and religions.
I am both immensely proud of him and fear for him
when I remember him coming out of the bathroom after that gut wrenching and utterly hopeless outpouring of tears.
He wore the look of a young man going off to war
and declared his allegiance and his personal protection to all those now named targets of hatred.

I’m not sure that I would have the courage to be a millennial now.

I recently watched about 20 snapping turtle hatchlings emerge, one by one, from a small hole in the sand bank above the pond and embark on a hilarious topsy-turvey tumble down the embankment and disappear into the dark stillness under the lush green vegetation of the shallow water.

Along the way some of them appeared to die.
At one point, the lifeless forms were starting to pile up near the exit hole of the nest and I feared for those still waiting for their turn to feel the sunlight on their faces.

What amazed me was to see how these little creatures responded to each other.
One would walk right over the top or lightly brush up against the side of an apparently dead sibling
and suddenly they were moving along together.
I imagined one saying to the other,
“Come on. You can do it. Don’t stop now.”
or maybe “I’ll race you”,
like I used to say to Jeremy when I wanted him to move faster.

I was relieved and very satisfied when the last one slipped into the pond;
a proud midwife.

I can only hope that the extreme disregard for the Earth and all her creatures,
including human beings,
that is spewing out of our political system and corporations
will incite all of us to a new way of being;
to getting everybody to the pond.

Lovingly,
Kerry

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Tying Up The Second Coming

I was tying up her second shoe
when the second coming came.

The first had been the night before
when the bus demons dropped her off
to say they might be back
but weren’t exactly sure when,
while I tied up her second right foot shoe.

I asked her why she throws right shoes
and socks
and pants
and fairly stinky pullups
at the driver
and she tells me these are her second amendment rights
to blast or not
to throw or not
as she so whimsically pleases.

What shall I say
while tying up her second shoe
during this unexpected second coming
of her bus
to take her back to school?
Teaching through a culture of gratitude
where each personal right
also grows a political responsibility,
each right a gift of well-tied shoe gratitude
to be paid back with an avalanche
of positive attitude
for each unexpected second coming.

This second coming comes and goes
and I turn to my good news day
living in a sacred matriotic patriotic land
with property rights of responsible gratitude
owned right up to
but not extending past
the launch of MotherEarth’s second shoe
now flowing downriver
to tumultuous seas beyond all rights dominating FatherLands,
without waiting for this second shoe to drop
back toward any bus of positively responsible attitude.
Cultures of seasoned gratitudes
are also cultures of healthy wealth
for second comings
restoring matriarchal justice
overwhelming patriarchal retributive punishments,
reiterative angry rights
of First Shoe responsibilities
for freedom’s speech and active expression
with Second Shoe rights and responsibilities
of liberty’s gratitude
for restoring it’s original intent
carrying responsibility for protecting
this First Shoe’s positive gratitude potential
through responsible attention to this second coming time
to release MotherEarth’s second independent shoe
from further ballistic harms and fouls
and violent intent
to irresponsibly not address
a rightful culture of gratitude
for unexpected second comings,
as both feet,
right with left,
race together cooperatively gendered and re-aligned
for school
on her second coming bus.

Unfortunately,
I was still gratefully tying up her second amendment
gifted rights with pay-back cooperating responsibilities
of gratitude for all well-souled shoes
when the second coming left
without the rights
and responsibilities
of delivering my ballistically naked daughter
back to her well-schooled gratitude for rights
with concomitant responsibilities to and for each other
to never claim them in a way
that would deny their at-least-equal free
and safe
and healthy expression
to and with another.

Tomorrow morning,
there will be no second coming.
No need to tie up rights with responsibilities
for well-souled second shoes,
not intended for marching into militias
of revengeful angry justice
when schools enculture restorative mercies
for well-gifting forward second comings.

But,
that will be next Tuesday,
and right now we face a four day weekend
of restorational mercies
with both first and second grateful shoes
well-tied together, yet apart
rights restored first on right non-violent intent
with lefts for grateful second co-responsibilities
for never marching toward violence
where ballstage dancing to love’s anthems
is also gratefully offered
in home as school.
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Allegory wears an ecological precision
not intended,
yet implied,
here with now co-incidental,
cooperatively double-bound,
like seasonal reasons
for first grateful amendments first,
leaving second amendments
to restoratively readjust
responsibilities toward our first EarthTribe becoming
capable of cooperative speech
before and after all
through cultures of gratitude,

Multi-poly-enculturations of healthy-wealth amendments
all tied up in waiting
for our way too long delayed
first with second coming,
left exhausted then right more cooperatively becoming
untied at last together.

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Broken Planting Oaken Tree

We have tree traditions,
still accessible in diverse backward
and forward
reforesting cultures,
of planting a commemorative tree
when a great and portentous series of loving events
comes to its untimely rest.

Recently
my middle son’s lifetime friend
decided it was time to travel with the starlight
and so he left us heartbroken,
trying to be happy for him,
and sad without him,
to become OK with his decision
that he had uncovered enough sadness
despair
depression.
His final vote was cast
and no one else was invited
to participate in his great transitional selection.

So, my son and I
will go into our messy forest
also known as the back lot,
where former residents have dumped asphalt roofing shingles,
and buried an entire breaking down garage.

If we were to dig deeper than necessary
we would probably find other mislaid treasures.
Shattered glass bottles and hearts
and open rusted food and toxic feeling cans,
and plastic of all dismembering colors
and ugly unshapely shards of angst,
but this day
we will dig only as deep as we must.

We will first visit a handful of oak babies
sprouting up under bushes in the side yard
and among poison ivy on the north side
so my son can choose which of these
will become Greg’s oak tree of new life
not beyond
yet still after suicidal death.

We will prepare this sapling’s new home,
digging a deep and wide welcoming hole
among back lot brambles of our thoughts and feelings,
then clear away potential choking vines and voices
now covering a clearing
surrounding trees have left
just right enough for a growing Greg
Large shade tree
to hug my son’s grandchildren,
and their Greg the OakTree loving children.

Then we will uproot our chosen new life tree
with reverence
and baptize her future MotherTree roots
of sacred fertility,
and as we sprinkle holy compost
to shade her vulnerable transparency to shaded light,
we will sing our allegiance to gratitude
for each life created through Father Sun,
nourished with Mother Earth,
sadly smiled with sacred GrandMother Moon,
sprinkling sounds of thanks
for each day
of each life
this oak tree,
as Greg,
will continue bringing us.

We will read and look and listen as Jesus taught
it is ungrateful sacrilege to remain angry
about not having received more grace
than we could have earned with more generosity of time,
when we could choose instead
to give thanks for each day shared with us
doing the best we can,
to give care as we would continue to receive.

Our love for Greg
grows through this oak tree’s future shade,
and west wind protection
for all our future days of thanksgiving
and suffering lost loss,
security for our children’s
healthy and happier children
knowing
remembering
feeling
sensing
this canopy grown Greg
still choosing flight
with starlight nights.

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One Home, Many Flags

We are one people,
with one home,
and one flag.”
D. J. Trump

Hmmm.
I was with him
right up to the last word,
where I so hoped,
without any realistic expectation,
he would say one “climate”

Waving many diversely colored
polyphonic and polycultural flags
on behalf of health for all species
and against pathology for any ecosystem.

Democrats support WinWin politics
for all polypathic flags
of Earth enhabiting cultures,
where nationalistic elitists,
Plutocrats and entitled patriarchs,
are blinded by their own short-sighted ego-centric flag waving
for secularized wealth,
dualistically devoid of double-boundaried sacred health.

National flags rise and fall,
and still Mother Earth expects an answer
to which one climate we would have become
the fairest of and for us all.

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Extraordinary CareGivers Among Us

To receive care
that best meets your needs,
and also,
by the way,
everyone else’s too,
we look first
to where and when we have given such care
since our original longest reborn journey
down Mom’s birth canal,
prepared just in time for our delivery,
as traumatic as that must have been,
life’s first lesson in receiving care
that feels like giving care and will and desire
for life together
on a more even give and take terra firma.

So too,
when sorting through complex patterns
and rhythms
and seasons of giving care
best suited to our experience so far,
we look first
to where and when we have received such great care,
that it felt and seemed life’s loveliest way
to give care back, in kind.
We look for superior models of care-receivers
who clearly thrive on cooperative care-giving.

Let’s say you are discerning
which of two,
or any manageable number of,
candidates for giving optimal care
to our shared health and wealth outcomes,
both short-term and long-term WinWin outcomes preferred.

We look first for the candidate
with the wisest and most successful practices
as a cooperatively responsible
and authoritative co-parent
of and for developing strong give-to-take care relationships,
inviting Both-And mutual problem-solvers,
avoiding starkly fundamentalistic
Either its white and good
Or its black and not so much.

Second,
I look for the best teachers,
who are also positively regenerate mentors
for health-wealth living,
cooperatively active design and planning listeners,
then Both-And speakers,
deeply and richly experienced in non-violent discernment,
cooperative mindfulness,
discussion,
dialogue,
which might briefly descend
into some mutually-loyal and respectful debate,
in which protagonists speak what they have heard and seen
positive
from antagonists throats and actions,
and, if so,
only with ultimate outcome goals of generating
cooperative WinWin outcomes together
no later than the end of each economic
and political day.

Care givers
practicing best practice
frown on slovenly slackers
letting loyal oppositionalists
go to bed angry.
Not feeling cared for,
neglected if not abused,
as if they were not doing their best
to become grown up care-givers too.

This educational care-giving role
is best relentlessly practiced
as a listening of and for care-receiving praxis,
co-intelligenting experiments
with perennial seasonal trends
from birth through springs of care-receiving,
summers and falls of care-giving,
harvest through death
where we could no longer distinguish
between these nondual co-arisings
we ecopoliticized as climates
and landscapes
of life’s regenerational healthy trends.

To receive optimal ecopolitical care
through all four seasons,
we look first for those mentors,
winter-born,
giving cooperative nondual co-arising care,
and getting regenerative results.

So, yes,
I would choose a wise democratic constitutional legal teacher
and mentor,
with strong parenting experience and apparent outcomes,
over a dysfunctional parent and spouse,
with Wharton School for the Entitled Empire
college experience,
taught merely how best to Win today,
without worrying too awfully much about tomorrow,
or other immigrants along our capital developing play
learning power and control by exploiting real estate,
and those who reside within these well-marketed properties
where they must Lose as much as capitalist-hungry markets
will competitively bare,
before we all Lose.

Even the game of Monopoly
ends
when only one monoculturing capitalist
remains
wondering how to best receive care now
the other players finally have succumbed
to patriarchy’s ego omnipotence
of relentless LeftBrain powering over
the luck of Earth’s nutritional draws
to reward cooperators
and punish competitors,
eco-matriarchs blending ego-patriarchs
co-arising.

If your nation
and your planet
desperately need to receive remedial mentoring care,
where will we find candidates
and appointees
mentoring optimal health giving care
planning and ecologically regenerative design,
cooperative ownership practice,
mutual governing non-violent listening skills?

Where would Jesus look?
Where did he look for leaders and teachers
for future generations,
for future spiritual-natural policy and program economic and political developers?

Probably CoMessiahs do not first look for future empowering candidates
at Wharton School,
and probably not any Ivy Leagues,
although maybe.
But we look first for healthiest and happiest winter-borns,
untouchable transgenders,
especially those with amazing parent resumes
as teachers and actors of multicultural mentoring.

Jesus might look for lesbians of color,
Native American matriarchs
with cooperative-ownership histories
filled with healing hurt kids,
including wondrously gay left-handed artists of color,
grandparents of challenged kids
who know who they can safely go to
when someone wise needs to listen
for they have no other hope
in these climates of future despair.

CoMessiahs look for wealth of cooperative living spirit.
Healthy care-givers
who have learned to receive care
despite being alien-born into a culture
defining them as disenfranchised immigrants
who must thrive as if natives
within Earth’s still-standing PolyPathic Tribe
of humanizing matriarchal-patriarchal trees.

To receive best practice economic and political care,
look for those who thrive from receiving care as giving care
with multiculturing challenged kids
pretending to become cooperatively mature adults,
and committed to our healthy air-creating partners,
flowering shade trees recreating fertile organic forest gardens
for climbing both up and down together
emancipating winter-born nuts
waiting for spring’s revolutionary season
for cooperative care giving as receiving.

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Careful Revolutions

I believe great political
and psychological
and spiritual
and natural transitions
are places of great deep learning
opportunity,
with concomitant risk;
responsible for opportunities
with authority for absorbing requisite
and repulsing unnecessary degenerative risks.

These great transitions,
like weddings
and births
and deaths
and elections
and changes from winter toward summer
are yin-death of one thing
into yang-birth of another,
a commencement into regenerate opportunity,
decomposing multilateral historical risks.

This great transitioning political season wheel
turns through psychological reasons,
trusts and distrusts,
circling revolutionary around
creolic nature-spirit stories
of creation
with concomitant decomposition,
Yang opportunity
with multilateral Yin risks of devolution
reversion
co-arising.

Within this Tao wheel of regenerativity
are great transitioning edges,
where evolutionary change
emerges more revolutionary noticed.

Great transitional edges
are landscapes
wherein climate double-boundaries
between death
and embryonic birth
grow transparently thin
and bilaterally spacetime translucent.

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Contagious Gratitudes

Honey,
sometimes I feel my grateful care-giving
for our mutual care-receiving
grows increasingly under-valued by you
and so,
perhaps for that reason,
also under-valued by me.

Are you suggesting,
my generous lover,
that positive gratitude,
like negative attitude,
is contagious?

Yes, that.
But also I worry
you believe your ultimate gratitude
for my generosity
is to apathetically receive ever more of my care,
rather than to repay in-kind
over our relational time together.

Does expressing my gratitude
with civil please and thank yous
and you are greatly welcome
and with I owe you
some good care-receiving in return
count as at least partial care-giving repayment?

Yes,
and so would taking out the recycling basket
when you fill it,
rather than just leaving it over-flowing
with your Earth-resident care-giving
for me to take out
for us,
as if I were your care-giving robot
nutritionally-compensated for a robust future
by your mere past care-receiving
patriarchal presence
within us.

Are you suggesting
the absence of my care-giving actions
speaks louder
than the presence of my care-giving words?

Something like that, yes.

Well, thanks for that future care-optimizing feedback.

You are quite welcome
to act with care
even before you speak of our mutual care.

Is the recycle basket overflowing
with my care-giving again?

I thought you might have noticed
when your glass bottles
fell to the floor.

Oh,
I thought that was just matriarchal Earth’s gravity
saying ThankYou.

No,
that’s Her way of saying
it’s past time to clean up your care-giving act.

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