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Sisters

Theology is insufficient for spiritual experience
because systematic theory offers no satisfactory substitute
for a hug.

I was far too young
to understand how I am different
from white patriarchal dreams
of MidWestern U.S. 1950’s vintage.

Dying family farm communities
were also too young in our North and West hemisphere dying
to understand how we had already been bitten
by the Industrial Extractive and Ballistic Revolution
that bred us
and fed us
and bled us.

I had a younger sister
who knew I loved her.

I would protect and care for her,
I would want her only to be healthy and happy,
I would never intend to harm her,
I would always want to play and work with her,

And role-play work with her
cooking
cleaning
farming
gardening
raising her baby dolls
and stuffed bears and dogs
with divine benign compassion,
to speak kindly
and to listen carefully
for this curious non-suppression
that had grown
courageously cooperative
between my sister
and me,
and thereby also within me
and within her,
individually

Good to go separately
to rejoin later
Trading stories of lesser relational cultures
and climates,

Together,
we shaped a sacred curiosity tool
for listening to love’s most compassionate
and actively incarnating possibilities,
right there
on our slowly dying extended family farm.

Years later,
when the farm was gone
and I was studying psychology
and communication theory
and theology
and ecology
in a still wildly homophobic society,
I knew to whom I could safely come out,
If this Earth provided hospitality,
sanctuary shared with any non-queer person.

When I told her
about this uninvited,
yet curiously natural, attraction
to other men,
she reassured me,

She would protect and care for me,
She would want me to be only healthy and happy,
She would never intend to harm me,
She would always want to play and work with me,

So I knew,
from her words and from long-tested experience
she loves me
most for who I am,
and not at all
for who I am not.

Spiritual theologies
and natural ecologies of love
were originally rooted in compassionate experience

Reflected upon,
noticed and appreciated,
then put into feeble left-brain words
growing abstractly transcendent universalizing theories
to monopolize explanations
for scriptured,
and scripted,
yet still enscribing personal love
experienced within Earth’s hospitality,

Wherever we can find
and feed
and water healthy co-passions.

Earth’s embodied hospitality
would protect and care for us,
would want us to become healthy and happy,
would never intend to harm,
would always want to play and work with us.

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How Gardens Grow

Earth offers outdoor organic classes
in Cooperative Health Proposal Design
and Revolutionary WinWin Research Writing
for restoring WinLeft/WinRight nutritional justice
and co-empowering bilateral peace.

Earth rises and sets permaculture designers
for ZeroZone Ego/Eco nondual-centric revolutions,
cooperative journal-writing and bodymind-map making,
Golden Rule health planning
cooperative wealth implementation
evolution/devolution/revolution/prevolution creolization
cooperative education/WinWin Rapture yet WinLose Addicted competitions
inviting Incarnations and grateful ReIncarnations
Substantiations reductively inside DiPolar Transubstantiations
NewBorn Egos within Extended DNA-RNA EcoOutdoor Family Classrooms.

WinWin EarthTribe communities and organizations,
social families and positive = not-squared negative energy individuals,
working together on personal Past through global Future Searches,
HealthWealth MindMap Research
uncovering milestones,
recovering millstones,
discovering stepping stones
for creole soup hoping and tasting and reporting

Earth’s WinWin historic scientific outcomes
available to explicitly LeftBrain notice,
despite Cooperative Business As Organically Usual camouflage,
cooperatively-owned economic sciences
practice inclusive research proposals
hoping for GoldenRule international cooperative
investments in Future WinWin CommonGround predictions
despite LoseLose restrictive Past
Winter Reincarnation revaluations
of Earth as PrimeIntegrity ZeroZone.

Four seasoned EarthMothers
facilitate Past Winters through Future PolyCulturing Summer
research into Permacultural WinWin proposal designers
for ZeroZone Winter through Falling climate health restoration plans
to coinvest in cooperative caregiving and receiving
WinWin Golden DoubleBinding NonDualistic Invitations
resolutions supporting LeftBrain past predations
within RightBrain sacred EcoFeminist Prey
praying for green organic Ego/EcoPeace.

Healthy EarthParent team projects
notice WinWin Green with Red empowerment optimization
feels a vast sacred deal
like Black with NonDualistic WiseElder FirstNation
feminist cooperative ego/ecopolitical NotNot White midwifery,
without quite so much patriarchal husbandry,
Through cooperative facilitation and co-investing research
sharpening Game-Systemic lifeskill-sets
for EgoHealth/EcologicalWealth Development

Proposals received by emerging
full PositivEnergy Democracy support organizations–
for both intrapersonal and interpersonal
co-empowering climates
of HealthLeft and WealthRight,
Synergy West patriarchal
born of Integrity-East
nondual matriarchal wombs
inviting both sacred light
and secular dualdark
night of matriarchal yin-fractal soul
polynomials
inside notnot polypathic
ZeroZone co-relationships
with PositivEnergy fuel
nutrition,
predators
as reincarnated passion-storied prey,
humanity
as divinity’s sacred integrity potential,
ego mortality
as ecoEarth WinWin immortality,
DNA’s WinLose structure
as RNA’s WinWin CoOperating WiseElder
GoldenEmbryonic
Multi-ReGenerational ZeroZone
SecularNature/notnot SacredSpirit
WinWin Intent.

Green optimizing research
lies midway between
Blue ecofeminist organic better farms and gardens
and Red Sacred Conservationists
of PositivEnergy BiCameral Love
as Green Grace
and Positive Red Climate Sky at Night,
sailor’s aquamarine swimming delight
and turquoise ultra-violet empowering light
liberating rapture flight
ego/ecotherapeutic revolutionary release
polypathic awe as polyphonic might.

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Green Vermont

I was reading about Vermont.
Their cooperative Farm to Table
nutritional network.

I first noticed
they closed BusinessAsUsual gaps
from Producer to Consumer
back to Producers again,
Farm
to Table
to ReOrganic Farm,
like a resilient
self-reforming
rheostat.

Next
I suspect
some may have noticed
Food Systems
are also Cooperative Nutrition Systems,
at their deep learning best,
are also PositivEnergy Democracy Networks
in classrooms
and extending families
farms and tables
from Mother Goose
through MotherEarth WiseElders.

Next,
I wonder if that’s why
they have so many Sanders
and so few NRA Republicans,
shooting and shouting against each other
all about AmericaFirst is our Win
so EarthFirst must become an ecological,
perhaps even an evangelical theological
LoseLose for AmericaFirst’s
White patriarchal privileged
Either My Way
or HighWay
to Hell
LeftBrain Rapture,
capture,
terror

Where Cooperative Therapy
WinWin deep learning
began Left through Elder SacredRight,
our Original OldSchool RightBrain Farm
to LeftBrain Consumer Languaged Tables
for practicing ecopolitics.

I was thinking about EarthTribe.
Our organic SacredTable
to CommunionFarm
nutritional WinWin network.

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Sins of School Omission

Great sins of omission
are not in anyone’s book of
What I Plan To Do When I Grow Up.

Henry Ford,
his automated
and then incorporated
financial investment company,
did not intend to emancipate us
from family farms,

Thereby disenfranchising
our sense of secure
and fertile wealth health,
interdependently sufficient
organic homes,
silent rhythmic rural memories,

Fading views and feels of cannons
pulled by slow-marching horses,
mules,
plodding oxen,
ghosts of elders past
monoculturing aggression
at slower blade-drawn pace

Sometimes domestically violent.
Sometimes military chronic stressed
LeftBrain against Right’s longer kinship memories.

And sometimes more polyculturally enriching
rural WiseElder tree memories
of nurturing ponds
and domestically peaceful milk cows,
curious cats,
tribally defensive,
and embarrassingly rutty, dogs,
horny yet happy crickets,

Flirtatious cycling
recycling moonlight
and radiant enlightenment of daylight
and dualdark co-relational resonance
of night play.

To sustain Original forested home
and extending family
we need parental and school support
for cooperative resilient communities,
secure and healthy homes,
habitats,
wombs.

Whether rural
or suburban
or urban

But mindful
that rural tribal homesteading
and cooperative diverse economies
and multicultural politics of healthy nurturing,
solidarity with home place
and wealthy polyculturing kin,
mutually share one
humane-divine ZeroZone Planet

Inside calling us back and forth
toward Polyculture Zenithing EarthSoul
embodied within
GaiaEarth

Ecologically gracing nutritional homes
poly-theologically re-membering health within.

 

Trivializing grace of WinWin commission
co-arising global communion
is not in my book of
What We Have Hoped To Become.

Or even in my textbook studying
What I Missed In School

 

 

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Community Gardeners

I’ve noticed
since early years on the family farm
with large matriarchally planted and harvested gardens,
that food,
for moms,
is a natural,
and yet also spiritual,
communion relationship.

Nutrition evolves from and for communal relatives
of which we are ourselves made
and nurtured into healthy interdependent maturity.

By remarkably disappointing contrast,
food, for the agribusiness farmer,
is a commodity,
owned,
to be used,
sold for cash profit.

Food,
on this patriarchal side of the ball and chain,
is a product
with market valued nutritional properties.

On the matriarchal side,
a cooperative relationship born of Mother Earth,
mutually nurturing characteristics,
functions primally interdependent
within a (0)Sum Commons
heart of our multiculturally shared food chain.

And, so it also seems
a Left and Right Brain nutritional inter-relationship
prevails between matriarchal cooperative habitats,
nests,
hives,
homes,
neighborhoods,
villages,
polyculturally incarnating within patriarchal competing properties
with commodified values and disvalues
on the real estate buy low and sell high market,
as often as possible,
to accumulate as much wealth as possible,
in defense of starving drought-induced wilting future commodities.

For a multigenerational family farmer,
selling one’s own nutrition-invested history
could only be a once in a defeated lifetime event;
invested too richly
beyond competitive commodity market values
for realtime property
even with unusual nutritional properties.

Buy low and sell high
for agri/bio-business
is more of an annual plant and birth
and harvest and butcher
process in the commodities market,
while farmhouse with garden real estate values and disvalues are,
well…
you gotta live somewhere,
right?
Why not where you work,
and have plenty of room
for the little wife’s gardens?

Vegetable and flower,
feeding the kids
and nourishing the colorful fragrant neighborhood,
while dad competes with distant grey-scale agribusiness buyers
and seed sellers
bar charting and coding how best to buy low
and sell RealTime Highs.

My own dad didn’t actually do very well with that monopoly game.
While mom’s cooperative gardens flourished,
regardless of which commodities were up in spring
and predictably down again at harvest and preserving time.

Joanna Macy refers to matriarchal ecofeminist gardeners,
nutritional economists,
as “the greening of the self,”
reconnecting our LeftBrain dominant egocentered Yang
with our Sacred EarthNurturing RightBrain,
more recessively eco-logical Yintegrity,
eco-systemic nature-spirit co-empathic gardeners,
feeding well-nurtured kids and neighborhoods
greening multiculturing communities
and polyculturing bioregions
and Blue-Green States,
while boring Business As Usual commodity markets
continue wondering why
it’s always those damned irrepressible cooperative democracies,
with their interdependent WinWin planting investments
and harvesting re-investment polypathic properties
that continue riding out
angry RedBare Markets and FearMongering Political States
buying the cheapest fighting mad politicians
yet wondering why these provide such poor nutritional returns
when it comes time to harvest
EarthRights Peace and Justice.

Our LeftBrain ego-personal
is also our RightBrain eco-political communal,
just as LeftBrain Yang love nature
is also RightBrain Yin sacred healing nurture,
just as LeftBrain’s competitive political empowerment
is RightBrain’s cooperative ecological health relationships,
Sacred Economics,
just as LeftBrain’s healthy patriarchy
is also RightBrain’s wealthiest matriarchy,
on back to original ego-personal constitutions
born of matriarchal interior wombs
and exterior extended family gardens.

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UnWoven Memories ReWeaving

I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
and cooperatively-organized,
extended matriarchal farm.

Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear pants,
yet with a surprising matriarchal cooperative understory.

The boxers outnumbered the panties,
but the panties had full nutritional care-giving and -receiving reign,
Monday through Friday,
9 to 5,
and what the boxers missed,
well,
that’s the competitive market price of non-panties.

My maternal grandparents were farmer and wife
with three daughters.
These daughters, as adults,
lived, and two will die,
within a five to fifteen minute drive from each other,
an easy spring through fall bike ride for pre-teen cousins,
ten of us in all,
four all-American girls,
five made in USA boys,
and the fifth-born,
well,
we never were entirely persuaded
one way or the other.

During the spring
each of the three sisters planted her garden,
large enough to produce tiers of canned corn,
rows of string beans,
pickled beets,
sauerkraut,
stewed tomatoes,
applesauce
and peaches and pears
self-picked in teams of two or three adult sisters
and their attendant underlings
infesting local orchards.

It was at canning time
our matriarchal cooperative came into its own.
And the making of preserves,
jams and jellies,
cherry and strawberry,
raspberry and blueberry.

I recall bushel baskets of sweetcorn
waiting to be husked
and cooked
and cut off the cooled cobs;
huge harvesting pans
of peas waiting to be snapped open
then pulled out with our left thumbs,
except for my oldest sister,
princess Elder of all matriarchal cousins,
who is left-hand dominant.

Rows of tomatoes
lined up on our enclosed front porch
to finish sun-ripening on newspapers
spread thin across the painted cement floor
leaving only a center aisle
to walk in from outside
toward the sacred altar of our mass producing kitchen stove,
all four burners sacrificing red hot electricity.

The porch floor would fill
with alternating waves of peaches and pears
creeping toward their ripest time
while we pitted mahogany sweet cherries
for freezing
and florescent red cherries
tart,
to drench in sugar
and smack our mouths with amazing jam.

So, there I was
the fifth-born ambiguity of ten cousins
living literally in the midst of a traditional
MidWestern
extended family
matriarchal cooperative,
Monday through Friday
during summer vacations,
with some elements of patriarchal sharing
among my mother’s dad
and the three son-in-laws
on weekends,
sometimes even hot haymaking weeknights,
sharing combines and bailers and harvesting wagons,
forming hay bailing teams,
drivers and stackers,
unstackers and hay mount restackers,
and cookers of meals for the field workers.

All this economic nutritional production
was further enriched
by shared sister and cousin lunches
and laughter
and lavish suppers
with sweetcorn on buttered and salted cobs,
sliced beefsteak tomatoes,
potato salads
and strawberry-rhubarb pie for dessert,
a la vanilla-only mode
for those who preferred creamy
with their just desserts
during summer’s cooperative harvest.

Good food,
but also hot rhapsodies of laughter
spreading echoes across the evening barn
to share with dairy cows
and satiated pigs
cooling in their cooperative mud
beside the algae-blooming pond.

This cooperative worked and played across all four sites,
grandparents
and all three sisters
and my usually convivial cousins.
We peaked in summer
and dwindled down in winter
to monthly Sunday dinners
extending on through sleepy afternoons
of sabbath rest,
and maybe sledding,
to end in nocturnal benedictions
back at church,
to close these cooperative sabbath rituals
where we began
all of Sunday morning,
10 a.m. Sunday School
through noonish,
often over-heated
over-extended admonishments
against greed and lechery,
dancing and provocative entertainments
in movie theaters
and pool halls,
and don’t even think about the bars
and devil-liquor stores.

In retrospect,
I doubt these Sabbath admonishments
against competing with extended family health
were as influential
as was our cooperative structures,
our mutual enjoyment of nutritional outcomes
but also the harvesting process
together.

Our matriarchal cooperative,
for the generation it lasted,
was 100% proof against unhealthy family disruptions.

But,
that was then,
and this is now,
spread out and dissipated,
finding our new ways
toward extending families
of matriarchal and patriarchal cooperatives.

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Making Hay

Make hay while the sun shines.

I grew up as a closeted polypathic nature-mystic
on a marginal, at best, family farm
in Michigan.

This farm was my embryonic home,
an extension of my vastly loved and nurturing Mother,
more than my workahoic homophobic Father,
who most emphatically did create a patriarchal god in his own image.
His farm was for slave labor.
Her farm was a garden for growing healthy wealth.

I loved Mom’s Multi-ReGenerational Family Farm
like an extension of my ego’s mind and body.

And, like a turtle without a shell,
when I first headed off to Ann Arbor’s University
I brought my happy and healthy ego with me,
eager to begin my new adventure story,
yet I emotionally stumbled,
felt naked and exposed and depressed,
for lack of my embryonic habitus,
my eco-center,
my home,
my interdependently embracing love of sacred spaces
and their seasons of regeneration and degeneration,
growing still and fading without ego me
conjoining.

I was homesick,
but not for Nurturing Nanny
and Fearsome Father
or even Perfect Princess Sister, whom I cherished,
whom I could talk and listen to as whim might invite,
and, although somewhat more of a sore detachment from our farmhouse interior spaces,
my disorienting alienation from Ann Arbor
was as a too-urban outside place
just as my recreating resident embrace
favored my dorm and classroom youth-learning multicultural race
against more oppressive monoculturing times.

To this day,
despite a six week backpacking hike
along California’s Pacific Coast Trail,
plundered by surreal vistas and fragrance and light and unspeakable beauty,
when I imagine a meadow, a field, a woodland,
a pond,
a barn,
an unpaved road,
a gravel drive,
a herd of cattle,
a pen of pigs,
a coop of chickens,
a litter of kittens with eyes still sealed shut,
I recall iconic scenes from this sacred originating home,
my eco-memory
calling my doubly-bound ego-enculturing self
back home
to where we permaculturally began together,
making hay while the sun did shine.

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