Writings...

Here are some of my thoughts from the past few days, w/ a brief explanation of when they were written:

(written on the plane from Stony Point to Tucson)

This is the lie that our individualism tells us.

You're unique.

You're happier alone.

Special.

Who wants to just be one of the crowd?

You know what I found out?

I do.

Because when the beloved community comes together

we realize we were meant for it.

We were meant for something greater than individualism

a collective unit

that gains strength from each of its parts

complementing parts, fitting together

this is the good life

and when you lose it

you realize what you had

all too late.

Yet I'm grateful for the time we had together.

Yes, perhaps it would have been easier to avoid the process of growing attached to people

only to see them move to the very margins of your life.

But at least you felt it.

At least you felt that love

that support.

People that care.

Young people that care.

About each other.

About the world we live in.

People of action.

Caring requires reaction.

We go.

We go to be, not to help, not to try to change how people live

but to be in their lives.

A beloved community of their own.

Because the beloved community does not require money.

Status. Religion.

All the beloved community needs is each other.

What a beautiful thing.

All we need is each other.

(sitting on top of a hill/mountain at the park 6 miles outside of town)

Even in Tucson

the mountaintop brings

Elation.

Clarity.

Peace.

A moment of rest from everything swimming through my head.

As I climb upwards

the things bogging me down

slowly lose their pull

their strength

their power.

And the heart

the soul

the mind

feel peace.

Shalom.

Look at the desert.

It doesn't ask for more from the Creator.

It finds peace where it is at.

No more

no less

Shalom.

Be still.

Be quiet.

Be content.

Keep dreaming!