Spring Break: there is always ground

One of the ways I have balanced raising my children in the nirvana of a small Oregon town has been traveling. We have traveled to many places, often wild places, typically as far from extra humans as possible, though with exceptions for our dearest people who are scattered in all kinds of places. This year, Lily’s cultural experience was Spring Break in Orlando, Florida. We may as well have traveled to a foreign country for the cultural differences we encountered…

As nature, beauty, and wild places are my chosen playgrounds, this trip was far out of my comfort zone – this was also the best meeting place for me and two of my dearest friends and their children so boom, Spring Break it was.

The highlight of the time was living for a week in a matriarchal fold of ease and communal living. Never did we need to discuss who did what or how to get things accomplished, never did we struggle to get it all done, even though we were simultaneously managing 5-6 kids. This just enforced my belief about how humans are built to live and thrive – most of my work and all of my events try to create opportunities for the kinds of sharing and collaboration humans are made for…

Freeways, people, muzak playing on the sidewalks, Disney tee shirts, and lines to get to places… yet, still, the Spanish Moss lolling from the trees, the lizards skittering, the lap of Atlantic waves, sand in toes, the giant tree in the backyard with a huge wingspan, as yet still unidentified. There is beauty everywhere, under our feet through concrete or tarmac, there is always ground. Wherever I am, devoting myself to the ground beneath me, no matter how obscured, is the medicine and the prayer song; it was good and important to tune my ears to the song of a quieter earth song amid the noise of human progress.

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