All love roads toward Home,
if home is Rome,
then all roads lead toward Romish home,
especially when we are in a climatic crisis
and we really do need to be Home
to grow as healthy and safe as can be.

Why can’t Person A’s prickly paradise
become Person B’s gooey quagmire of a nightmare,
until Person B remembers
how and why and when and where
they have co-arose Person A?

Why can’t one person’s genius
be another person’s Wild Card,
and vice versa?

If one person’s technology
can be another person’s magic,
then why can’t one person’s science
be another person’s craft,
and the other way around?

Why can’t one person’s medicine
be another person’s ecotherapy
becoming medicine?

Why can’t one person’s Tipping Point
dialectical ecosystemic theory of time as bilateral function
be another person’s Mythic Earth Creation Story,
and both-and?

Why can’t one person’s fear about pre-climatic critical intervention trends,
as too slow and lethargic and ignorant,
be another person’s just-right ReGenesis Myth?

Why can’t one person’s Gethsemane Garden
be another person’s PermaCulture Sesame Street?
1. Where we first notice what’s goin’ down.
2. Then discover how to improve the flowers
and cull the weedpatch Groutches
into a somewhat better sense of humor
reqarding hygienic therapy
and what is grungy treasure.
3. Co-invest in implementation,
hosting cooperative stone-soup gift-it-forward
Golden Rules of relationship
and transactions,
4. Harvest healthy wealth
like polyculturally organic Cookie Monsters,

Dressed up as Bodisattva Warriors
costumed for WinWin chess
folding and unfolding co-empathic choices
until everybody wins
because no one ever dies alone
or afraid to live together
on Sesame Street,
in mindbody homes,
whether in or beyond Rome.