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From Our Front Porch

Porches,
attached decks,
patios,
intimate places for alfresco,

These make a difference
between a fortressed house
and a transparent home,
between an ego castle
and an eco-habitat.

We also spread rhododendron bushes
and hostas,
flowers and ferns
around our stone
and concrete bound foundations.

We want stable defenses
but prefer to camouflage houses
in organic color,
life giving and taking shapes.

These boundary vistas
speak of heart felt reminders
our habitat is rooted
in Earth’s wilderness

In vulnerability
hidden from transparency
except with those who share our sacred space
inside
and upon,
within our co-passioned present time,

Presence bonding,
double-binding,
re-membering past wildness
anticipating future re-generative
re-storative
re-habituating
re-acclimating
re-bounding win/lose less
for more win/win paradise

Just barely 2020 visible
and silently audible
and fresco fragranced
and tasted,
felt
and so nearly touched
longing into belonging
on our cooperatively-owned front porch.

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Thoughtless Thoroughfares

The main currents of thought
are feelings about relationships,
positive
and negative climates,
sometimes obscured
confused
by double-binding negatives
incuriously set aside
as merely bad news
and systemic evils

Like racism
applied to oneself
as victim of prejudice
is not reverse racism,
not multicultural intelligence,
for egos steeped
shaped
secured by StraightWhiteMale
supremely valued labeling,

Like sexism
applied to oneself as victim
is not reverse sexism,
is not vulnerability,
for patriarchally wounded souls,

Like fascism
applied to victimized losers
and lepers
and thugs
is not reverse fascism,
does not further healthy democracy,
for aristocratically wounded kleptocrats.

The main stereotypes of thought
are feelings:
About positive healthy relationship,
wealthy attachments,
compassion
empowering left and enlightening right,
liberal resonance
conserving inclusive resilience;
And about negative lack thereof.

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Growing Up Divided

Growing up in twentieth century USA,
without a recent immigrant history,
nor a Native American indigenous heritage,
just another in-between victim
of Straight WesternWhite Male privilege,

I recall a smirky fuss
about Eastern mind/body connection,
pseudo-science,
nondual
nonviolent
inscrutable
paradoxical
unrealistic philosophy,
meditation as if medication.

It did not occur to me,
in my enthusiastically extractive
and exhausting youth,
that in the East,
Buddhist and Taoist teachers
might have indulged
in a smirky fuss

About Western mind v body disconnection,
secular science severed from sacred arts,
dualistic divine spirit v corrupt nature theology,
just war theories
rooted in retributive justice theory
instead of restorative peace experience;
body medication
without mind meditation.

In my more enthusiastically inclusive
and creative-tensioned age,
it occurs to bicameral mindbody me,
that Eastern ecosystemic connection
is also Western ego-recentering compassion,
experienced by Left-dominant hemispheres
as felt by Right-prominent
mind/body biospheres,

Searching for why binomial structures
religiously emerge from organic co-relational nomials,
dynamic spirit/natured variables,
inside/outside co-determinate sociables,
analogy,
theological ecology.

Polynomials,
western polypathic autonomous variables
and eastern polyphonic relationships,
Earth double-binding polyvagal dancing bodies
wrapped around,
and developing through,
revolving polymorphic minds
equally not not polynomially independent,
free,
liberated,
communal saints
and divided sinners.

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Shameless Chauvinism

Shameless,
we admit
living Earth chauvinism.

Our home
and favorite planet,
better, not necessarily bigger,
in our collective opinion,
than all other revolving planets,
stars,
suns,
satellites,
moons
orbiting through four dimensioned images
flowing maps
expanding frames
dynamic paradigms

More nurturing to us
than all stale constellations combined,
unchanging orthodoxy,
staid stillness
of an inflexible compass pointing out
prophecies of light versus inside dark,
warm life against cold dead unturnatives.

Our love of life on Earth,
like revolving regenerations ourselves,
begins with noticing Her colors
stellar blue and primordial green
with flickering highlights of flaming red,
bold yellow,
burnt orange,
blustering purple and violet,
bashful pink horizons in transition,

All harmonic signs elevating life
from dead stardust
and flowing baptismal water.

Humane Earth worship
includes, on better resonant days,
all communing EarthTribes
living within multiculturing song
and liturgical dance
of wealthing health,
celebrating well-being,
resilient being well

Together
regathering celebration of life
in all Earth’s majestic sacred forms
and revolving patterns,
rhythms of dark
then light,
outside
then inside,
before
then after,
being
been
becoming

Shameless,
guilt free,
born again,
eternal living Earth
con-celebrants.

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Reason To Celebrate

I overheard you say
you are planning a big celebration
for later this year,
when Trump is defeated
for re-election.

I am ready to be invited,
if you would be so kind
to reverse your motives
to celebrating positive alternatives.

I have an uncomfortable memory
that celebrating the former regime’s end
feels alarmingly Trumpian,
rather than introducing a new 2020 green deal
healthier wealth for everyone.

It is this negative anger
growing to more negative fear
that most defeats our capacity to touch each other
with mutual trust,
democratic health,
civil trust in a wealthier future together
than climatically apart.

Earth yields some clues
warmly regarding necessary and sufficient ingredients
for a healthy swamp,
a positive capital co-investment,
an economically resilient,
politically resonant,
multiculturally effective democracy.

Stuckness
She does not choose to celebrate.
MotherEarth
and EarthMothers of all regenerations
vacuum up and sweep out
intolerance.

A competitive model of capital extraction
rooted in devouring our own habitat,
our own win or lose militarized young,
our Earth’s pathological neglect,
is incompatible
antithetical
to a resiliently healthy eco-democracy
recomposing our own healthy born
win/win expectant
left with right,
not left v right, children.

Healthy robust systems
are cooperatively owned
and multiculturally managed
and polyculturally celebrated
by organic nurturers of ego/eco-resonance,
left and right deep bicameral learning nutrients,
informed by Earth’s democratic history
of multiculturing nutrition,
life,
warm truths and trusts,
integral ways
and ego/eco-democratic robust means

Bicameral
Bilateral intelligence
Binomial double-bound
not not pro-green transitional
great reweaving manifestations,
inaugurations,
cooperatively-owned celebrations
leaving no one behind,

Not even straight white male narcissists,
emotionally wounded children
of all ages and parties,
naked emperors
seeking sycophantic celebrants.

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Retiring Nomad River

I finally finished retiring four years ago,
a process that started in my mid-fifties
due to late adopting kids with special needs,
including needs for me to be home
to personally walk them on,
harness them in,
and wheel them back off, their diverse buses
and robotic ramped vans.

During those final weeks of quasi-gainful employment
I amped up my search for a new home
preferably in New London, CT,
because I had visited, and liked, All Souls UU;

But, possibly in Norwich,
where I have some family,
not necessarily white like me,
or someplace more rural
in-between.

Long story short,
which is not like tangential me,
I ended up
or started out,
depending on where this story starts for you
and me
on the south end of Norwich,
just north of the old State Hospital,
seeking healthy justice
above a steep and brooding bank
down to the troubled Thames River.

From here
it is difficult not to notice
how traffic flows
between Norwich and New London.

But, in the case of All Souls UU
and UU Norwich,
not so much,
maybe not enough.

When I lived in the Hartford area
I joyfully attended the Unitarian Society of Hartford,
a fairly large multicultural tent
filled with reviving gospel music.

So, when looking for a retirement destination,
I traveled on-line to uua.org
to see what might be available
in addition to All Souls New London
and found a small cell,
apparently renters quasi-homeless,
Norwich UU,
or UU Norwich,
or maybe both
I hope.

I pictured no choir,
no active faith formation options
for people of all ages
and figured,
probably not right for me.

Long story maybe a little bit short,
it took me over four years
to make my first Norwich UU visit,
recently.

I found somewhat fewer of us
than the number of Norwich residents
on the All Souls Members and ActiveAllies list.

My background is in cooperative economic
and affordable housing development.

With an MDiv from a Catholic seminary
and a double-Master’s in Public Administration
and Community Development
from Southern Illinois,
Carbondale,
where Bucky Fuller once taught
Synergetics,

It feels awkward
to invest in All Souls together
where all souls are welcome,
by commuting back and forth alone in my blue steel truck,
while there is clearly plenty of room
and welcome
available right in my new home town,
where I now know no one except family,
over four years later.

This is a schizophrenic discomfort
for climate activist
and cooperative local community investor
me.

Back in my early adoption years,
I worked in the Office of Urban Affairs,
New Haven,
for the Archdiocese of Hartford,
where I listened to a great deal of turmoil
about aging and poor urban parishes
thinking about how to join forces
to survive
while sharing a clergy ministry team.

So, I wonder
How would it feel to UU Norwich survivors,
activists,
communicants,
healthy and smart registrants to vote local
while thinking global,
to carpool to All Souls on Sunday mornings,
to sit together
in chairs hooked to-gather,
perhaps joined by us other emigrant immigrant
Norwich residents already All Souls affiliated,

To also share a discussion circle
after the chalice light is extinguished
to check in with each other over coffee,
maybe herbal tea,
to reflect on what we heard
and sang
and sometimes endured, today,

To ponder aloud how this speaks
and does not speak
why
and how
and when we arrive together
back in Norwich,
having solved
and resolved to absolve
most of the Thames River watershed issues
rolling back and forth
and swelling in-between
this tidal river’s ups and downs.

Perhaps some of us
or even all of us
would also like to form a Sanctuary Circle
meeting during the week.

Maybe have lunch together,
share our Norwich organizing
and multicultural explorations together,
contribute to All Souls Green Sanctuary
and GRACE anti-racism projects,
restore justice to replace retributive injustice,
speak power with truth,
live together, not apart,
more resiliently.

Perhaps it is possible
to grow more robust
as a distinguished part
of All Souls,
combine resources,
economize cooperatively,
ecologize more holistically
and theologize more healthily
without losing Norwich UU tradition,
focus
mission,
effective
resonance,
green and black and brown and rainbow
resilience.

As for me,
I’m still looking at New London
real estate listings
while troubled about abandoning
a nomad’s home
in which I never let myself fully invest

While dreaming of emigrating further south
downriver toward climatically rising water levels
while still in my first five carbon-burning years
of retiring immigration.

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