hi how are you?
today i arrive at livejournal for a change of pace. some sketches and writing appear at xanga from time to time, yet for some reason i stopped at livejournal today for a change of pace. peace is what i seek, the peace that comes from pausing at a blog like rate and still feelin as though i am writing my truth authentically and free of sarcasm unless it is well noted
hello out there - - - today a change inspired me to wake up with a thermo insulated jar of oats groats and nuts, so i was able to log on to livejournal before braving the kitchen for the cruise of cafe con leche. my mouth turns bitter and black with the thought, so there is potency in that truth. today i paused to wonder about how hierarchy plays with my sense of coffee access, a privilege which helps me to remember that yes, this is EVERYBODY'S coffee, everyone's cafe.
would that i could remember those words, everyone's cafe, nuestra cafe, because in fact i feel that to drink coffee is to drink an entire understanding of the world and those who would oppress the earth. is it fair, i must ask myself, that i can perform miracles on caffe i n e while the ones who tend palatial plants of beans and later roast them unto exquisite availability are those who do not receive a fair exchange, a right to life, to love plants as an indigenous right, to be beside the still living black earth beneath brown toes breathing in the air and caring for all people? my ramble is a gift of these workers who, enslaved to my dominance, gift me with the spirit of the ancestors who use this potion to conjure miracles and charge the rituals with the grace of the roasted bean.
this is the kind of connection i crave with the plants: understanding its source -- where it comes from affects me; awareness of its source keeps me in global solidarity with indigenous movements worldwide; acting locally brings in direct appreciation and support for farm nerds and the ones who tend, love, and forage for food; giving my shit back, whether it means collecting my hair to give back to the earth or composting my own waste to give back to the land. i am so lucky to have learned so much through the direct example of intentional communities, mostly in the South. i wonder what my relationship to plants will be like in 5 years?
i am hanging out in a dreamy location, a window seat with all of my stuffed animal and doll pals hanging out together. on one sacred shelf in front of me, there is an owl, some dried leaves, shaving equipment storage containers (both plastic and metal), a chipped tile depicting a seated buddha, and a container of fortunes. picking one now: "Go for it. You never know whom you might run into. / LEARN CHINESE - In the past 以前 ye chean Lucky Numbers 18, 17, 2, 26, 43"