Tonight's gathering (03-02-2010) made me think of the term, "Deep Connectedness" more in depth...
I walked into the newest Publix on 9th Ave a few days ago to buy some fruits; Publix is a nice supermarket to shop at, but I walked around in the fruit section going, we don't remember the Mother anymore; we went from being able to pick an apple or an orange right from a tree and eat it, to purchasing packaged fruits at a supermarket, we don't think of the Tree, or the roots of where we are getting everything from, anymore. As a result we walk around pretending that we are strangers to each other during the day time. I talked to Patrick tonight and I said I got some art supplies, I would like for us to get together one day and draw a Tree together, I have access to a studio in downtown Pensacola and we can have fun with this, so we will talk more and come up with a time that works for most people who are interested in participating in the idea. The birth of the first Nps Tree. Let's re-connect with our roots, and therefore with one another. I think it is about Time. Instead of deep disconnectedness from ourselves as walking souls in disguise, let's turn it around as a tribe and come to a place of Deep Connectedness that is once natural. Naja told me the other day that Koel threw fire at Open Books, we "are" Fire, I wrote the following about Fire: Bush Fire, warm and sweet, Juice follows, Kind and Serene. I so appreciate everyone that contributes to Nps.
Love,
Priya
I think Cole would like this spelling of his name "Koel"
ReplyDeletePriya.. a response for your thought..
ReplyDeleteThoughts of Migration
Our Story shows the wonderful grace of migration. I picked apples for many years in northern California. There is a rhythm to picking apples. The human body will break down if this rhythm is not heard. I learned this (in my youth) from migrants.
We scrambled for "wind falls" in the coolness of morning, then with muscles loosened, we took to the ladders. The rhythm of speech was then established. Nothing important was said before footing the ladder.
Do you know that men have pruned trees in anticipation of you? For lifetimes these spaces were carved for your ladder, and with ease you can "enter" the tree to be surrounded by shining fruit and shade, and in rhythm you will find the dents and scrapings of ladders that have gone before.
There was a Jap-Camp in our ranch. The communal kitchen and cots provided years of safety for Asians during the years of war. Ranchers brought provisions by day. Schoolteachers arrived at night with lessons and books and dreams. Do you know that folks did this in anticipation of you?
Do we know that anticipation is migration? We hear the wind falls in noisy buckets and nothing need be said. As in a dream, nothing need be said. Well, perhaps Andale (come on) or Vamos (let’s go)!
Migration will be the last to leave.