I was born to a basically upper middle class childhood, where everyone generally liked each other. My mother divorced my father when I was three, and I was raised to look out for her. I have never been the type to hit on girls. Indeed, the phrase has two meanings attached to it - aggressive romancing and domestic violence. Anyway, neither in my history, which was always to my credit. In high school, my clique of intelligent guys were the ones who actually knew how to be friends with girls. Girls who grew up to be women. Where they were once more referred to as girls.
But all that was looooooooooong ago. Such a record of conduct would be considered a feather in my cap,no? However, this beautiful owl has come to see over and over again that virtue truly is its own reward.
Over the same course of years that I have developed from the original "post-hippie" values of my early adulthood, the culture of suspicion became so pervasive that people like me just end up getting taken for granted. The politics of the personal are bound up in some kind of Gordian knot with the legal implications of "Don't take it personal."
Something is gained in smashing the "states" from the right and left, but definitely something has been lost. Cosmic laws apply to science, nature, ethics, you name it. The key link between intelligence and kindness is sadly overlooked wherever Great Gentle Spirit is not nurtured. Everyone knows this is a global problem.
And that is why I celebrate the two blue moons of March 2018 here. This is a safe place to be. Sacred space.
Sure, my body is my home. But this is where I go to for community, and take you with me to the streets of Vermont circa Trump/Obama.
Words fall short of my gratitude ... and so here I shall close.