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How Many Holidays

How many times have I heard?

The family that prays together
stays together

And, the family that eats together
stays together

I know from personal Holiday
and every day
experience,
neither of these is necessarily true.

However,
I wonder if the family that sings
and/or dances together,
does stay together,
if only in our dreams.

And how many times have I thought,
and sometimes said?

If not broken,
do not fix.

If Holiday celebrations
are not broken,
then no reason to start singing
and/or dancing
now,
avoiding climatic catastrophe
by creating
and recreating
EarthPeace eucatastrophe.

Only fix fractures
when crumbling climates
are painfully obvious losses

Is a profound example
of LeftBrain Business As Triumphantly Usual
bipolar idealism

Either we are depressingly broken already
Or we are not yet sufficiently flawed
in our current competitive consumer mania

Polarized thinking
predicts selfishly predative feelings,
like marching in vicious squares
rather than choosing
to sing in virtuous circles.

Reduced to merely secular
devolutionary devotion,
Or not yet feeling naked loss enough
for a sacred solstice
revolutionary caroling
song and dance
midnight flashmob
massive howl event.

Fracturing doubts
perilously ignore intuitive warnings:
feeling masked alone,
so not extended family exposed,
never threatening to sing a kind line
or dance risky emotional steps
toward resonant healing

LeftBrain doubts
about losing control
of soberly reasonable celebrations
reminds me that most thought
and felt relationships working now
are threatened by unraveling climate decay,
by natural organic lifetime limitations,
by dysfunctional silence,
by mortal fears
and breaking anger disorders,

By denial of sufficient individual survival
through self-perpetuating love
sufficient for fixing Ever After.

Frequent flyer Left lyrics
devoid of Right rhythmic tone,

Secularized monotheism
not yet open toward sacred panentheistic
song and dance systemic communications
co-arising cognitive/affective resonance
feeling verbalizing thoughts:

If not yet unhealthy broke,
zero-sum bankrupt,
in traumatic competitive
shouting consumptive hate
and all-consuming anger
and consumer fear of crisis,
then what?

Perhaps deep listening
for feelings sung
and needs danced out
with those who do appreciate
individual sacred egos
are win/win made
to become half Other warm
ecosystemic environments
of wellness planning
unbroken,
undivided,
reassociating Trust

Reconsidered in here
healing musical space
through eternal now not hurting,
killing,
hurling time

Win/Win bicameral
dipolar co-arising engagement
ego/eco-systemic
resilient unbroken anthro health
is true resonant holiday
and every day wealth,

Earth environmental deep learning
from win/lose brokenness
toward future win/win reweaving
song and dance

LeftEgo/RightEco therapeutically cooperative
mending mindfulness
of integrity’s potential
for resonant healing
individual isolating events
of felt broken climates,

Pre- and/or Post-traumatic stress
inherited from past falling short,
narrow,
shallow everyday present awareness

Intuitively wanting to fix future
traumatic lose/lose awkward
and malforming breaks
and win/lose competitive risks
threatening long-term consumer malfunction,
and win/win synergetic mondbody integrity
of ego songs
and fire circle eco-dances
recycling cooperative
EarthDay and Night
resilient musical consciousness.
and win/lose risks

With winBody/winMind synergetic integrity
of ego dancing
eco cooperative singing
compassionate NewYear consciousness.

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Rudolf the Ginger ReignDeer

Rudolf is mysteriously born in a manger
with a flaming red nose,
and eyes,
and ears,
and hair,
everywhere.

Gingers are rare
among his DeerTribe
as is his empathic capacity to know he is going where,
how to get there,
and about how long it could take
regardless of direction
or increasingly massive winter storms
as Earth’s dark final Solstice
ominously approaches collapse,

The opposite of Rapture
for all evangelists
and good news prophets
with politically correct monotheistic
retributive justice revenge passions
of a patriotic white nationalist
bitter wind nature.

Up until now,
Santa has relied on his GPS
especially for crossing polluted and rising oceans
and massively expanding deserts
where no people could live and prosper.

But, as the North Pole continues to melt
and winter night storms cover most of the northern hemisphere
Santa’s GPS joins the landfill,
unreliable for crossing ocean-size blizzards
and continental sand storms.

He consults his ReignDeer
in the Transportation Department.

After considerable non-violent discernment,
and a lot of back and forth with the Health and Safety Political Department
and the Communication and Marketing Correctness Department,
they recommend Rudolf to Santa
To see if he might be able to help guide his sleigh
of healthy gifts
despite Rudolf’s apparent deviant health issues
and his probable wealth of empathic internal voices
and his presumed challenges of politically incorrect humility.

Frankly, Rudolf is a bit queer,
especially when the sun lights up his nose
to the vibrant color of a red-hot coal.

So Santa asks Rudolf
if he might lead the way through growing storms of violent winds,
freezing ice and blinding sand.

Not by myself, he replies.
This is too much weight to bear
with flying sacred grace,
But if we might find
and teach
and listen to others with these same gingerish gifts,
then we might develop a leadership team
to fly far more than sufficient health resilience
for winter storm night skies
and shaking roofs.

Santa also asks Rudolf if he has any questions,
So Rudolf inquires about health and safety insurance
sufficient to cover Santa’s global transportation risks
and communion gifting opportunities.

Santa thinks this an unusual question
from young and apparently robust Rudolf,
but also a wise one
far beyond his ginger years.

Rudolf wonders if these health issues
came from his maternal grandmother
who may have been a violently violated ginger
but he had known her only after she turned silver
sparkling as a star

Twinkling warnings
of this post-millennial final Solstice,
when political aspirations for global healthy happiness
trails and travel
shrink to survival opportunities
activating more modest aging hope
to at least avoid catastrophic climate storms
of unsurpassed violence,
politically incorrect chaos,
tidal streams bereft of faith
in everyday sacred gifts.

Santa,
perhaps also of red-nosed ginger Tribe,
feels reassured by Rudolf’s hope
for health-optimizing faith,
both humanely non-sectarian
and divinely balancing ancient patriarchal mists
of wealthiest commercial night vision
with matriarchal transporting trends
toward gifting communal friendships,
strength and flow
for growing climates of political
and economic integrity.

Won’t you guide our sleigh of life tonight?

Yes, Rudolf replies with healthy glee,
especially at this messianic Solstice time
of this, my ancient ginger life.
How could we do less communal wealth
than actively hope for this night
and everyday health
of ginger polypath enlightening gifts?

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December Rain

It was the middle of an unusually warm Connecticut December
darkly drizzly deep afternoon.

Drizzly wait,
not long before her hungry needy kids returned from school,
she propped herself against their covered back porch wall,
knees up,
peering out
listening to wonder how her life was the same,
and different,
compared to this river flowing surely and widely
but silently south behind their backyard,
while the river of cars in front
shuttled up and down the state highway’s over-fueled Advent traffic,
punctuated with violent horn blasts,
or perhaps warmly intended “Hello”s, “I’m passing by….”

Passing.
Water toward the south Sound,
carbon-eaters to her back,
across the front yard Advent
of early evening’s commercial family business,
industry,
institutions for competing commodification
flowing stealthily and syncopatedly impatient toward,
and then by-passing away.

By-passing,
messiah’s mass faltering
to sing in her faithful
but worn thin heart and air,
hoping her river loved co-redemptive Sounding ocean
even more than busy motors
surging through more urgent toxic time
invested to completely commodify
this Birthing Wonder’s self-purgative sacred flow
into co-therapeutic nature.

Commodifying home and families
into consumer markets
flowing down her river of mid-December’s discontent
with waiting.

Discontent,
gloaming river fog
spread miraculously radiant by one uninvited yellow street light,
waiting for her family’s bus
to deliver this December night’s transforming birth.

 

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On Labor and Capital

I am struck this morning by the confluence of a hugely compelling “Security” question as the U.S. moves into Labor Day.  So, please forgive what begins tangentially, but I do move to an underlying cultural change observation by way of this “Labor” and “Capital” exploration.
I suspect that Capitalism is no more the opposite of Socialism or “Sharia Law Tribalism” than it is opposed to reorganizing as a globally cooperative Information-based economy.
Capitalism is simply a historical-cultural mistake of reductionism.  More specifically, “wealth” became reduced to the value of human enterprise, production, and financial measurement.  Capital, physical assets, wealth, has its place and role, but it is not the whole story, or even most of the “Labor” and economic story.
There is also value (though currently less amenable to measurement) in learning, in information, in communicating effectively and inclusively, in loving, in goodness, in beauty, in nurturance, in caregiving, in discovering a new truth or insight, in enlightenment, in “spirituality.”
Capital came to monopolize economic value, in the Western hemisphere, with the advent of “Industry” severed from vocation, “Empire” or “Nation” severed from culture. “Capital” severed from its Value-root has fed the devolution of feminist culture, leaving three exorbitantly expensive evolutionary scars.
1.  Empire-building is the de-valuation and displacement of aboriginal communication and communities, discounted as not rational and uncivilized.  Older, smaller scale, aboriginal cultures assume highest values are found in organically fused (“permaculture”) local communities.  Empire-building led to the ownership of, thereby power-marginalized, aboriginal cultures.
2. Slavery, historically speaking, was male imperialist ownership of de-valued aboriginal people, violently disrupted from their organic human communities and cultural/communication systems.  Vestiges remain, and these contemporary versions remain male-over-female dominating power structures.
3.  The emergence of post-industrialized “child welfare” systems de-value the relationship between our species’ nurturers and their children.  This results in the  forced disruption of primordial and neural-based communication, and considerable trauma to a vulnerable and marginalized population.
Perhaps this “Great Turning” moment, turning from historical precedent to a more inclusive global dia-logos about our shared cultural roots, potentiates a “PermaCultural Awakening,” fueled by our unprecedented globally inclusive communication potential, to recapture “feminist” aspects of our value culture that include species diversity and male-female, or Yang-Yin, equilibrium.
That was a very long and dense sentence.  Nevertheless, it is my hope and prayer on this Labor Day that we can communicate our globally shared vision.
I imagine living in a U.S. culture that celebrates “Vocation Day,” inclusive of Labor;
“Nurturance Day,” inclusive of Mothers;
“Interdependence Day,” inclusive of Independence and Freedom and Security;
“Creativity Day,” inclusive of Christmas,
“Regeneration Day,” inclusive of Easter,
“New Seasons Day,” inclusive of New Years,
“Visioning Day,” inclusive of Memorial,
“Gratitude Day,” inclusive of Thanksgiving,
“Mentors Day,” inclusive of Presidents,
and maybe even the perennial kids’ favorite “Enlightenment Day,” inclusive of Halloween.
While I am reweaving what has been torn asunder, please forgive me the further hubris of suggesting some of these  Days might be more significantly thought of as “Sharia-Analogic” global celebrations, more significantly than U.S. “legal” holidays.
Labor and Capital have not failed our economic prosperity.  This Transitional Moment is about re-connecting them to their deep cultural roots.  Globally cooperative species-vocations, analogic structures of inclusive dialogue, and richly inclusive values potentially mature our vast and stunning diversity toward a sustainably balanced global PermaCulture.
That would be my idea of Security, sustainable Labor, and, yes, Sharia Paradise.
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