The longer I’m around, the more convinced I am that anything that is beyond simply the experience of being here is secondary. Of course, the experience of being here really comes through in our relationships with others who are here to experience the experience of being here. But it also comes through in sitting and feeling the wind. Listening to music. Eating a good meal. The things that we tend to go to in our days (read: pretty much anything we would think to put in a todo list) are a distant second(ary) to these primal things. Life is here for life. Not for economics or power. These things are a part of a story we tell ourselves: we are here to feed the world as we understand it to be. I’m so over that story. Let’s grow into the experience of being here. Together.

September 30, 2018

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