The Dark Side of the American Dream
This was so good. Probably my favorite piece you’ve written so far. Thank you for the much-needed reminder of where we’ve come from, where we are now, and how to consciously navigate whatever comes next. 🙏🏼
Thank you!
i always love to read in another one of the unity
Expressing my own deeply felt concerns too
And yet all the magic I felt yesterday in my first 4 th of July
As I just moved from another country,
In that small community here they
Had groups in the morning parades
That was called peanut. And so alive. Hahhah and random and beautiful
And , another one group was called the jellies,
Just as cheerful!
You know amongst the Irish flavor of melancholic
and meaning-sounding hearts
And soul with skirted men with pipes playing with fervor
the joy to honor how food is essential after a crisis like they had
Few month ago after Helene
And also came down the small street among the greens and flowery landscape
two sanitary trucks celebrated and kids clapping an adults laughing
Such a real parade,
To notice, to celebrate what is too easily looked upon
An just past by without presence
i cried
Ahahha so much
i love being here in that country!
i am contributing to its beauty in being touched in the soul
Of each of us
Such beauty
Sometimes yes dormant
Until spark for them or you or me is
Aroused to create the grounding
The footing
The handling,
The hugging,
The laughing,
The listening
Of unity consciousness
That is ummm
All I am here
For and into
Being love!
As I want to see ourselves together
growing and flowing into
That oneness mentality,
That oneness emotionality,
That oneness actionability,
That oneness dimensionality
Ahhh!
Such
Remembered
Universality
This was so good. Probably my favorite piece you’ve written so far. Thank you for the much-needed reminder of where we’ve come from, where we are now, and how to consciously navigate whatever comes next. 🙏🏼
Thank you!
i always love to read in another one of the unity
Expressing my own deeply felt concerns too
And yet all the magic I felt yesterday in my first 4 th of July
As I just moved from another country,
In that small community here they
Had groups in the morning parades
That was called peanut. And so alive. Hahhah and random and beautiful
And , another one group was called the jellies,
Just as cheerful!
You know amongst the Irish flavor of melancholic
and meaning-sounding hearts
And soul with skirted men with pipes playing with fervor
the joy to honor how food is essential after a crisis like they had
Few month ago after Helene
And also came down the small street among the greens and flowery landscape
two sanitary trucks celebrated and kids clapping an adults laughing
Such a real parade,
To notice, to celebrate what is too easily looked upon
An just past by without presence
i cried
Ahahha so much
i love being here in that country!
i am contributing to its beauty in being touched in the soul
Of each of us
Such beauty
Sometimes yes dormant
Until spark for them or you or me is
Aroused to create the grounding
The footing
The handling,
The hugging,
The laughing,
The listening
Of unity consciousness
That is ummm
All I am here
For and into
Being love!
As I want to see ourselves together
growing and flowing into
That oneness mentality,
That oneness emotionality,
That oneness actionability,
That oneness dimensionality
Ahhh!
Such
Remembered
Universality