some thoughts on freedom

In the spirit of progress and a dreamy, glutinous way of life, which has always been propaganda for pooling wealth for a smaller group of people, we’ve neglected the importance of solitude and small, focused, egalitarian, and cooperative communal life. As a result, no one is free. Some, a smaller group of people, are freer, but only artificially, and so long as capitalism can keep itself going. Even those with the highest net worth won’t be able to out-run the climate disaster taking place. We’ll have sacrificed human lives, species, coastal waters, river banks for something completely fake – dollar bills and account balances...

hemlock

I sat down and unscrewed the lid to my thermos. The tea was still a bit too hot. I looked out to the marshes, which were golden, and then around at the ground foliage just emerging, then out to the water, and then up at the canopy of dark green needles. The morning sunlight filtering through made some kind of magic as I rested with my eyes closed, taking in the quiet. I was alone, and felt it, for the first time in a long time. It was medicine. Before I left this little sanctuary, I kissed the Hemlock, and then headed back to sit down by the water. I had been waiting for these woods for a very, very long time...