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Listening for Sustainability

My daughter,
with Fetal Alcohol crippling emotional intelligence damage
and Cerebral Palsy perpetual TerribleTwo
“is too many,
because Earth is all about ego-defiant me”
has taught herself
to attach her lips,
and sometimes her wet licking tongue
when she is feeling particularly needy
and/or playful
or maybe just hungry,
to my male dominant capitalist-head
when she needs to feel noticed
attached
connected
invested in
better.

This Saturday morning
she commits the unpardonable sin
of waking up before seven a.m.
Eleven is closer to her business as usual.

After bath and costuming,
both accomplished with as little support from me,
autonomously distracted, as possible,
she goes to our kitchen
to watch her favorite animated song and dance loops
on It’s All About You
Tube.

I am hanging out with my son,
also with cerebral palsy,
but unable to walk without balancing assistance
and unable to talk in either direction,
talk back or proclaim forth,
which is more his sister’s favorite skill set.

After a few minutes
of only slightly compromised peace
this sunny summer Saturday morning,
the daughter comes in
to demand her support staff (me)
prepare her royal breakfast (immediately).

I invite her to self-serve.

She says No!
repeatedly
while I remind her
she is capable of going to the freezer,
extracting one microwave pancake and sausage
on a stick,
wrapping it in one square of paper towel,
opening the microwave door,
placing it on the rotating glass plate inside,
closing the door,
pushing 1, 0, 0,
waiting for the ding,
and removing her breakfast by holding the stick,
waiting for it to cool,
removing the paper towel,
and devouring the pancake,
then the sausage,
as usual.

She responds
I want you to do it.

I respond
I want you to do it.

“No, Help me!”

“I am helping you!”

“No!
You do it; not me!”

“Why?”

“Because I”m watching my tablet.”

“And I’m trying to meditate
and write!”

“No! Help me!”

So, I ask for a time out.
We have been at this same impasse countless times.
It’s a ritual,
obsessive and compulsively lose/lose.
We are both not listening
while we are also not meditating
and watching
and writing healthier song and dance stories.

What’s happening here?
You know you can make your own breakfast.
Is this about not wanting to be alone?
Do you want me to show you
how crazy I am about you?

“Can I have a kiss?”

And then we do the “my lips on your head”
And “my head on your lips” ritual.
I give her a back and shoulder massage
while she has her therapeutic attachment breakfast.

My daughter smiles,
leaves the room without further demands,
goes back to the freezer,
pulls out a Blanketed Pig
on a stick…

I go back to writing
about resilience
and remediating potential lose/lose Earth climates
and emotionally cooperative reparations.

My son goes back to sleep,
having had a good belly laugh
at our curiously outspoken craziness,
reminding me
Curiosity is a more effective left-hemisphere tool
than working hard to feel right-hemisphere patience
in the face of apparent weapons
wielded by alien win/lose forces
in an otherwise win/win potentiated
interactive ego/eco-system.

He sits up,
groaning
repeatedly,
until I re-emerge
aware
He needs a diaper change,
on this peaceful sunny summer Saturday morning
riding still-revolving climates of Earth
re-creating green-blue-red
ultra-nonviolent win/win living systems
of actively communicating co-enlightenment.

Maybe we’ll have lunch on the backyard deck
under our barn red umbrella
as the Thames River continues to flow downstream
from northern stars
toward southern sun sustaining states.

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Once Upon a Reservation

Back in the height
of our pre-millennial military-industrial
post-revolutionary days
of competing excess…

No, love,
Stick with
Once upon our Sacred Times…

Once upon a time
here in the US of Northern Americas
we used a Reservation Model
to dispose of hopelessly disabled aboriginals,
too RightBrain prominent,
throw-back quasi-human
First EarthNation
Nature/Spirit
multilanguaged unencultured Tribes.

Unfortunately,
not all primitive handicaps fit equally well
in the same Reservation Stew.

For some,
these new places were a somewhat different temperate zone,
not home, but not hell either,
and therefore tolerable,

But basically mistrusted
as a nongift
from an alien,
arrogant,
too-privileged,
undemocratic,
irresponsible Great White Father
authoritarian figure
of incomprehensibly irresponsible speech–
as if you could actually own water
and soil
and airwaves
and healthy polycultural forests,
and oceans,
or even MotherEarth Herself.

For others,
all of the above,
plus insufferably claustrophobic paranoia,
serious mental and physical disabling survival issues
and a diseased failure to thrive,
especially for the young and old,
and maybe the mother gardeners,
and wanna-be EarthRooted SacredGarden Mothers.

Today we can still see disabling remnants,
sometimes oppressive Reservation Group Homes,
DayCare NonCenter WayStations,
NonTherapeutic Nursing Homes
and Special InsideOnly Classroom Schools,
designed by a sinister failure to listen
to outdoor disabled voices

A failure to multiculturally listen
for polycultural health/wealth optimization
health standards,
dearest.

…What she said,
And, how much time have we invested in listening
to hurt children
and really confused hormone-appropriate adolescents,…

Don’t talk about unhealthy sexual non-relational deprivation,
love,
It’s too vulnerable a topic
for your Poetry Club Meeting.

…What she said,
And listening to immature adults with physical disabilities,
and defeated,
wrinkled,
bent over weeping willows
with no idea when they were last held
and loved as a fully cherished Ego

Person, old Positive Psychologist,
not Ego,
Valued persons here in this sacred space,
this Earth NonReservation Place.

A fully cherished person
would not have been shipped off to the Reservation
where everyone knows
we are all able to grow in multicultural love…

With polycultural health outcomes.

What s/he said,
And “Special” home or classroom
or therapeutic habitat
does not necessarily mean better
or healthier,

And, for some,
“Special” seems to grow pathologically worse.

Or at least
Seems to not grow any better long-term vibrant health.

Right,
our disability Reservations
appear to be further dis-enabling
as health-optimizing nutritional habitats
As compared with wealthy green environments
filled with organic eco/ego-therapeutic parents
and teachers
of Food and Fuel and Fiber MultiSensory Justice
for All.

Especially for all disabling side-by-side siloed residents
living in primarily inside-voices habitats
without the music and dance,
voices and movements
of NatureSpirit’s Great EarthTribe,
First RightBrain prominent
non-languaged
secular/sacred Elders,
all equally WinWin emerging
from EarthMother’s polyculturing…

Really?
Now I would have gone with
Nature/Spirit multiculturing…

ZeroZone WinWin warm-wet-Womb.

Kind of a pre-revolutionary
post-millennial
WWW cooperative health optimizing place

With non-reservation Real SpaceTime 4D WealthTrends.

Much too transparent
and creolizingly vulnerable.
Let’s get back to dreams
of building better outdoor classrooms,
FourSeason porches
and greenhouses
and organically resilient gardens
and decks
and seaside docks,
observation platforms
for worshiping NatureSpirit Earth Voices,
radiant skin caressing Beauty,
look and feel of green wildgrass containers
in raised beds
for sensory hand play
and lower,
for naked foot massages,
back-rub rocks
and historic trails of shade embracing MotherTrees
reforesting a therapeutic nutritional Planet…

Don’t forget natural lighting
and a preference for clean and radiation-safe air,
more music and less bombing and sirens
and automated ballistics
ricocheting inside classrooms…

And sufficient pure-flowing water,
so clear
we can remember Antelope and Buffalo Elders
drinking from nearby streams…

And Eagles,
Don’t forget to mention the Eagles and Hawks…

What about the Doves?

Too redundant…
Not your primary audience.

And recycling hydropower mills,
Awesome rain chains
and solar panels
and wind turbines
and resonant chimes
and harmonic bells
and prisms
for inside rainbow light
where candlelight
would not feel resiliently safe.

I fear we have veered far off our original
raised-bed reservation.

I miss the music of my colonizing youth.

But not the Muse,
apparently.

Transparently?

Not for us to say
on this enabling health and nutrition
and food
and fuel
and WinWin fibrous network Way.

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Vitamin D

I have a youngest sunny D
an improvising third of four
in third quarter beating maleness rhyme.

He wears the greatest many hats
but only one spirit-timed
Hippocratic
convocation
evocation.

He sings and shouts
C Major 7th inside voices
and outdoor D minor diminishments.

I have a youngest son named D,
improvising three for four
communicating RightBrain dominant
rhythmic looping sound vocations,
invocations
vacations
easier on my WiseElder
matriarchal years
counted in and by and with
AnimaMundi’s
robust
Plan D.

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Special Suffrage

Since our most recent U.S. Presidential non-selection,
for one thing a Trumpian could not become
is therapeutically presidential,
I have become worried about our democratic suffrage.

Perhaps only mothers, or maybe also fathers,
of kids with special vulnerability needs
should be allowed to vote,
or perhaps each and all allowed to vote,
but only special needs parents to vote twice.

With each vote cast,
whether one or two,
this vote is cast for healthy futures
wealthiest nutrients imaginable
for future generations with increasingly special climate needs.

It may take a special mom,
a compassionately vulnerable dad,
to truly see each child has special needs
to regenerate toward full strength wealth of health
accessible to those born harmed
by an increasingly rabid ecopolitics
of every man for himself
(and also women and children, if and as time allows)
in a Might Makes Triage Right evolving world
of actively distrusting revolutions
between aristocrats who harvest power
and special needs kids
who, by comparison, harvest not,
and never ever will.

Unless, or course,
we might conquer democratic potential
and original intent
by electing candidates whose primary experience
of electoral special needs value
are WinWin outcomes as moms,
and maybe even dads,
of kids with climate healthing special needs
well met
suffrage through discontent.

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