tumble

Good morning chickies!
Phil wrote me last night to point out newer theory that Maya died off from their deforestation tied to the creation of plaster. They would burn down a thousand acres to plaster one temple. Afterwards I was wondering what correspondingly epic stupidity we are involved in, as blind to it as the Maya to their disappearing forests. I was thinking about how we will all be put in places where our blind spots will be revealed, exposed and we will have our hard edges worn off. We will be tumbled smooth.

Part of flexibility is a sense of humor about our own blind spots , and I think we will find them once society wakes up to the post peak oil hangover. Suburbia, desert cities, frozen cities, all who live there will come to understand that the energy that sustained them is gone and that it was a ludicrous path for us to have taken at all. How will all those new homeless deal with the change.

So I tumble. Will I be fractured to sharp angles, anger and revenge, or will I be worn smooth like a pebble in a stream? The sharp cuts and is cut in return. The other weathers, rolls and is rolled again, always adapting. I want to be a tumble, not a point (rock talk). Go with the flow chickies, go downstream and practice not your work of money, but your work of the heart. Reconnect with friends, make new ones, build tribe, even at a distance, for these things are the web that supports. A multi million dollar house, empty, without electricity, without gas, without water, is without life. It is a mausoleum. Even around a small fire, a group of friends, they are the future.

So practice your tumbling. Practice your affection. Remember who you are, the one who is you just before you drift off to sleep, and just before you wake. Recall every time you were loved, helped, made to feel cherished. Amplify that. For the practical among you, no smile is wasted as that person may be the one who pulls your ass out of the fire. No one really knows what is coming, our uncertain future, but my hand is always out for the emotionally honest person. The defended person, well, they are on their own.