Uncategorized

Threatened Organic Economies

“No federal agency should ever…declare war on any sector of our economy”

says EPA chief Scott Pruitt.

I wonder how uncomfortable Secretaries and Parents of Health and Human Services could be

with any Protection Agency

declaring war on all sectors of our human health ecology.

Standard
Uncategorized

Patriotic Matriotism

Within tender vulnerable hearts
blossom loyal loves without,
so too
within grateful hearts
blossom honorable patriotism without
for a people of democratically cooperative integrity,
and also grace-filling sacred matriotism
for EarthTribes of domestic nutritional integration.

Both politically public sectors
and psychologically mindful
egoLeft-ecoRight conscious
private sectors,
intimate
vulnerable
and not for sale or rent
sectors of polycultural right
and monoculturing wrong
hubris,
fake patriotism
without loyalty to underlying multiculturing wombs
fostering healthy integrating
nurturing
nutritious matriotism.

LeftBrain competitive patriotism,
nationalistic,
is mere exterior hypocrisy
without also Elder Sacred RightBrain
cooperative matriotic
MotherEarth’s centering,
mindful,
egoLeft-ecoRight consciousness.

Vulnerable RightBrain spirits grow global polypathic love
as grateful LeftBrain dominant nations
regenerate Earth-patriotic matriarchal anthems,
love songs,
not just flags waving
but full-color solidarity banners dancing
with threaded bonds,
umbilical chords of harmonic rapture.

Why settle for merely patriotic nationalistic anthems
when we can sing multicultural love songs
of gratitude
for cooperative health-inducing EarthMother?
And Her honorable
grateful Daughters
and nobly patriotic Sons,
from generations past
for sacred regeneration futures
of deep learning
and cooperative bicameral listening.

Why do we RightWing pretend
our problems are lack of patriotism
when we both Left with Right Brains fly
through issues more cooperative
with underlying gratitude for Earth
gracefully paid forward?

Re-investing back
through (0)Sum timeless space
of positive equals notnot negative
spiraling
fractal
thermodynamic patriot-matriot balancing
secular/sacred
ego/eco-place.

Of and for bilateral consciousness
politically empowering/psychological flow of nurturing gratitude
convex/concave
exterior Earth-climate covering integrity’s interior landscapes
uncovering
discovering
recovering bilateral cultures of health.

Standard
Uncategorized

Dearest Donald

Dear Donald,

I heard it said
it is your position
that reducing carbon emissions
and other climate therapeutic investments
are not a healthy US priority.

I also heard
it is your position
that the federal Environmental Protection Agency
is redundant,
and therefore also not a climate pathology therapeutic resource
on your national priority list.

I also heard
that Puerto Rico
and Florida
and Texas
might have benefited from more environmental protection
from the climate pathologies
that you would re-invest in nonrenewable environmental hazards
like oil fields rather than polyculturing yields,
and nationalistic patriotism
rather than Sacred EarthMatriotism.

Isn’t that a bit like
encouraging arsonists to burn during growing droughts
while also closing down the local Fire Station,
and calling that conflagration
what you had in mind
and relentlessly promised
when you ran as if for better economic government
through active abuse
where once we tolerated mere neglect?

I realize you are not an advocate for universal health and climate care.
Still
it seems we might find some healthier direction
than anti-health care and climate death bed delivery.

We are trying to adjust to lowered political
and educational
and civic
and moral
and health
and environmental therapeutic care,
but your current dive
to find the most toxic bottom line possible
is breath-taking.

Thanks so much
for constantly reminding us
what a great job you are doing.

It would otherwise
be so much more difficult to see
and smell
and feel
and hear
or in any way sense
anything beyond blundering
Business As Usual
mediocrity.

Probably your biggest fake-fan,

Gerald Oliver, EcoTherapeutic ReGenerative Designer

Standard
Uncategorized

The Senior Center

The Senior Center was a beehive of active waiting
to die.

Bingo
but not ballroom dancing.

Knitting
but not garden expansions.

Physical therapy
but not yoga
and not chi gong,
much less mindful meditations
sung in four part harmony.

The new guy,
just growing into sixty-five,
asked them
How would we like to be remembered
one hundred years from now?

That doesn’t seem likely,
I know,
but perhaps more likely together
than playing Solitaire
side by side.

I would like to be remembered
as healers of The River
said a somber SeptemberGenerian woman
surrounded by ancient lady friends.

No one needed to ask why.
We all knew
what was coming downriver
for future regenerations
of thirsty toxined minds
with biodiverse bodies.

And so we found younger allies
who owned property along The River,
beginning with the railroad company,
and the Mohegans
and the Pequots,
where a Senior knew a Senior
with a well-placed daughter,
and sometimes a son
of unusual cooperative and long-term focus.

Together we planted firs
and cedars along polluted and denuded banks,
for future generations to manage,
harvest for housing
and furniture
and fiber
and possibly even coffins
waiting for memories of polluted rivers
to die.

That was one hundred years ago
we started
in this regenerative Senior Center,
and still going strong
as each year
a new incoming class
of those who finally reached sixty-five
joined our river healing project,
more recently also producing fruit trees
and berries,
flax
and hemp,
mushrooms
and nuts
and sweetgrass baskets
woven by SeptemberGenerians.

Women and a few surviving men
and some more in-between
smiling together
at the round cedar table in the back,
remembering Elder healers
of our barren land
and naked River.

Standard
Uncategorized

Ecological Imperative

Ecologists seem more aware
than economic and political scientists
and capital and democracy leaders of state investments,
of the remarkable multi-functionality of natural systems,
like trees,
and river valleys
and their forests
with canopies of shade
enlightened from above by sun,
glimmered by moon and starlight,
creating energy,
nutrition,
predators and prey, but also beauty,
health and pathology,
feeding and bleeding co-invested systems
of interdependent relationships.

While multi-functionality of organic systems
is a complicated array of niches,
these are not just the economist’s consumer market niches
or just producers of goods and bads through labor,
through both WinLose and WinWin Games,
but more like all of the above.

This comes to mind
because as I have earned the perspective
of multi-functioning economic and political decades,
as both consumer and producer,
I have also noticed that polarized U.S. elected officials,
especially those working in, or even near,
our infamous District of Columbia,
have reduced the citizenry
to producers of tax revenues and votes,
expecting to consume diminishing returns
of peace and justice,
to expect Business As Usual,
a drought of functionality,
dwindling absence of Constitutionally protected returns
for health
happiness
and mutually cooperative prosperity.

Ecologists
and other health v pathology students,
learn to become more aware of the reciprocal,
perhaps even contagious,
relationships between producers giving care
and consumers receiving healthy care.

I don’t see many elected folks
working and living in our public sector
burning the midnight oil
pondering together
how to become more multi-functional care-givers
and care-receivers,
which requires cooperation more
and competition for votes and tax dollars less.

As a wanna-be culture of healthy ecopolitics,
we are too capital-mesmerized
by our own recent investment histories
in unhealthy pathologies,
driven to capture what’s left of value
on the verge of a no longer merely impending
humane energy production descent,
choking on our own culture of BadNews
competing consumer markets of polarizing pathology.

If economists and political scientists
and dipolar ecopolitical practitioners
like me
and you
and our families,
and our communities,
and our States,
and our Nations,
and our anthro-centric global population
were to burn what’s left of the midnight oil
discerning together this basic functionality
of balancing consumer markets for health and happiness
and producer forces and contagious flows
for cooperative wealth thereof,
WinWin Both-And options only,
like forest systems of democratic trees,
and other living, breathing cultures of Earth’s health,
I wonder if the return on our votes and tax investments
in mutual-care receiving
may pay off more robustly,
resonantly,
cooperatively,
organically,
permaculturally,
ecologically,
not quite so pathologically
polarized WinLose competitions.

Standard
Uncategorized

Subversive Dance

I hope we can help ourselves
and each other
become quieter,
more leisurely,
generous,
grateful,
graceful dancers of sound
rhythm
pattern
voices of color
to see and hear these quieter vibrations
of wildness.

Wildness
wilderness
relatively untouched forests of mountains
and oceans,
rivers
lakes
ponds
swamps of wildness
for quiet forms of song and Earth dance.

Dance
moving to louder voices of climate pathology
and landscape erosion
decomposition of home and safety,
but also quieter dance
of witness
stalking visual prey
we would not violate with unwanted harming touch,
turning and swirling whorls of joy
quiet
yet also loud tornadoes
hurricanes
tsunamis whirling wildly loud.

Loud dance thrashing
climates of disarray
for smaller subclimates within
remaining wildness of species memory.

Memory of meadow walks
and naked tree climbing
swinging dances with polyphonic gendered nature
nurturing quieter wilderness
teaching slowing leisurely dance
through each day
returning to healthy full moon wealth
of wildness,
ecodancing movement to sound
and pause for silent graced lines
of sight.

Sights of quieter fragrance
and pungent distant fear
remembering mountain
ocean
water and air
fire and Earth’s Wildness
dancing loud pathologies
of Her majesty and awful wonder
reminding me and us
to respect our wise gratitude
for quieter voices and movements of nature
teaching grace as gratitude
for wilderness within
as wisely without you and I.

I hope I can help
grow quieter listeners
of wildness songs sung together
with dancing graceful pause,
wish for wilderness witnessing partners,
mutually stalking copresence
within Earth’s cooperative quiet majesty,
ecodancing drums
too anthro-discentering loud,
yet sometimes refreshingly polypathic quieter journeys
dancing softly hummed,
paused within echoing forests
of bounding binding wonder.

Standard
Uncategorized

Evening Rainsong

Alone again
yet evening rain falls
cooling fresh breeze voices
anxious for everything,
angry about nothing.

Nothing to do about rain falling
as sure as gravity
of dripping issues
landing in my lap,
splattering naked children’s sleepy heads
and innocent soft shoulders.

Into each life…
Yes,
yet eventide rains inside voices
wet down dwindling life
of tiring consciousness.

If I could not read or write or speak
who would I sing with in new found leisure?
Scattered lyrical thoughts
of painful rain
for evening’s loss of light,
and dawn’s dew drop evaporations
raising praise for might
of rain rising up yet again
to grace some other’s night.

We each sing with rain dying alone,
a humanic nature feeling trapped
alien emigrant returning home
to Earth where all creations fail and fall
to rise again singing through new voices
and hues,
spectral rhythmic
dances of songs and cries
each our lived together owned,
rising up new throated sounds
disintegrated symphonies
of song sung out
toward tomorrow’s rain clouds
capturing moist radiant waves,
wet sounds of song
well-lived yet bound.

I hear too complex songs for living,
polyphonic evening rains
falling down alone
to rise again belonging songs
evaporating praise,
leaking radiance
gathering together.

Into and through each flowing melody
of rebaptising life
dirged this night alone
yet heard as well-sung rain forever.

Standard