Uncategorized

The Senior City Center

When I entered the City Senior Center
with my Open Mic proposal
to increase resilience
and decrease apartheid dissonance

I could hear no music,
see no dancing.

The quilting room
and the game room,
even the pool tables,
were as quiet as the library,
which at least held four contemplative people
scattered in their own secluded spaces.

Like visiting a sad monastery,
without tai chi,
chi gong,
walking meditation,
and/or yoga classes
filled with abundant creaky grace.

Back then
The Senior Center felt like a sad retirement home,
day care for some,
a reprieve from unmitigated loneliness
away from an empty nest,
a dusty divorce,
tiring widow weeds,
snarky dark separations,
untimely and unwanted departures.

A place to avoid risks
of dying unhappily
in sequestered
marginalized 24/7 isolation

More anxious now
than anticipating
long weekday evenings
dark nights
and bleak winter weekends

Where no outside kindness
for aching bones
and sinus cavities
could be found
in one’s private old age tomb.

Fading
failing
irrelevant
uncherished rooms feel frightening,
sometimes angry
waiting to die stations
for prisoners of neglect

Victims of systemic trauma
aging alone
in a retiring
and not repurposing
silent place.

Now returning,
as we cooperatively rebuild
our Senior Wisdom Center,
former inmates remember ourselves
as guilty criminals,
blaming and shaming
and judging our sins
of lacking compassion

Throwing our humbled lot
in with all those Otherers
accused of Earth Matricide

Smothering our organic Center
with extractive plunder

Abortion of our regenerative Planet,
HOME plant
exploited for anthroprivileged
economic
and short-term apartisan gain.

I couldn’t feel
much active hope
for multi-regenerative communion

For sacred transmutation
of bad
and mad
and sad
becoming win/win cooperatively owned
and managed
root systemic glad

Back before we became a Senior Wisdom Center
conjoined with the City Arts Center
exploring neighborhood after-school and weekend
Open Mic
and Community SingAlong Dances
and Flash Mob WellBeing Engagement events.

This switch
from segregated Senior Center
and unhoused lack of any Youth Center
to Senior Wisdom Center
supporting neighborhood MusEcology Skill Centers

Began with cooperatively engaging
healthy CrownChakra songs
while dancing wealthy RootChakra
cooperatively co-invested rhythms

Dipolar co-arising mind/body patterns,
win/win indigenous governance systems
more friendly to universal health care minds
seeking resonant opportunities
through unitarian wealth care bodies
drawn away from risky win/lose trauma
repurposing toward resilient win/win
co-passionate engagement.

Standard
Uncategorized

Out To Pasture

Retirement from community development,
facilitating cooperative economic justice
in this post-millennial time of climate crisis,
feels like being put out to pasture
with the rest of us toothless and feckless horses

Stalking senior centers
and gated communities
to weather the fade-out storm
of physical
and mental,
natural
and spiritual encroaching unease
and disease.

This was not my fade away intent
to graze quietly
with quivering and lame
retired race horses;
although worse company
is readily at hand.

I do like pastures,
meadows,
forest and ocean beach trails,
grains and crunchy carrots
and apples.

But, I also like song and dance
and restorative justice more than retributive injustice,
and skilled multicultural mediation
rather than monopolistic invasion,
and economic cooperative win/win public health investment
and politically empowering regeneration
more than competitively disempowering degeneration,
and polypathic compassionate therapies,
and polyphonic healing designs
and listening with healthy young bicamerally balanced
connected
attached
integral
holistic lives of active hope.

It has taken me so long to get here
in this valley of the shadow of climate death,
and I am so grateful for this vulnerable moment
to share all I can compassionately hear
in multicultural mediation pastures,
including senior health-discernment circles,
of course,
but also echoing off granite bold walls
of win/win ego/eco-historic bicameral mountains,
polycultural peaks
cooperatively grateful
for bilaterally resonant river valleys
of ancient wealthiest memory.

Old nags never die.
We just keep gumming
around Earth’s double-binaries,
longing to speak compassionately
as we have learned to curiously hear,
remember
resonate
reweave
regenerate
seasonal pasture space
of all Earth’s pastoral reasoned time.

Standard