Spreading the LIGHT

The sun is shining through the slats in my blinds, making intricate patterns through the room. I itch to raise them up and let its full glory dispense itself and break the static of this shrine to work and productivity. Yet I remain seated, head facing the screen in front of me, a victim of my own ethics. I will give myself this brief respite. These few moments to express myself, and then I must return to my real day, the work that I have pledged myself to complete.

I know that I am lucky. I have a job. It pays for my food, shelter, insurance and all of the other luxuries we have been informed by Congress and society that we cannot live without. There are many who do not have this or even close to this. I know this because part of what I do is struggle to find ways to link people to these opportunities. Yet, there are times, such as today, when I wonder, if perhaps we did not have it closer to right many years ago.

When our people lived in closer communion with the land and with each other. I am a realist to some extent. I know that we fought wars then as we do now. I know that the medical care was not as advanced and many of the same diseases existed then as they do now. But as we read the history books, I do not see the social diseases being highlighted in the way we have them today.

Perhaps this was Malthusian law at work in its most natural state. Perhaps at that time we had not yet developed as many ways to tease and trick our ways to defer this impact. Though I think at this point we have at long last learned we cannot escape its truth. Much like taxes, it can be deferred, but not escaped. It can be passed to our heirs, who may yet defer it again. However in the end, it does demand its toll.

I rise now and turn to the blinds, I think it is time to just let the sun blast in. There has to be a place in this office where the sun will not blind the screen. And I think I can find it and then continue on doing what I can to help with this deferral process. It is at this point the only part I know how to play, as it does not seem likely that our overt systems will convert to that of our ancestor's quiet ways anytime soon.

And when I leave for the day, I think I will take some time to commune with the earth, and with the people around me. To connect directly and perhaps even spontaneously. To see if in my own way I can revive the concept of the kindred spirit. Perhaps we can create a linking of the people, without the system, that helps begin the process of returning to more natural ways - and lets the light seep in everywhere.