Passwords and Titles
Such a tangled web we weave...
Am often lost in a sea of forgotten passwords.
Still swimming , hoping to find solid shore, where I can scrawl a proclamation of title & intent, and nail it on a sign made of flotsam, in this ocean of Internet.
Meanwhile, I am in danger of drowning, like a polar bear, in this wilderness of melting ice....
I live in Huts.
~Slipped into doing so ten years ago. Not from vagrancy, or substance abuse or emotional trauma. Or any of the other, pitiable reasons why any right minded human being should fall, or jump off the float of this present Cultures Parade.
It just felt right at the time, and still does.
In fact, SO right, I have the urge to proselytise on it as a way of life. As a way to break the spell of materiality that has entranced us. As a just alternative to our present have/have not apartheid about property ownership.
As part of my own process: to analyse, and explain, and share hbeing. .that way we move on.
And as an inkling of the beginning of the return to our Mother, this Earth.🙂
