(R) evolution

It's just (such) a simple (r)evolution...
especiallly for me. Or at least to me. And maybe for all of us. Maybe it's so much more simple than we had ever imagined. Evolve or die. It all "r"evolves around us. Life. All of it.

We keep looking "out there" for it. For the answer. For the solution. But what if it was us? All along. Wouldn't that suck? Pardon my French (or Italian or Spanish or ab talk (another bl0g post for sure!). What if we never had to do a thing. Even think a thought. Just be.

And yet. We've struggled (I know I have). Painfully. Trying to find my way. It hasn't been easy.

What if everything we have been taught is a lie? Woudn't you be angry? I know I am. Or was. Until I accepted the simple truth. That it's me. There isn't any one else in the room.   Just me.

(And maybe a little kale).  You gotta eat after all.

Wow!

I never thought I would be able to gain access again to this blogger account. (That's why the updates have been so infrequent).  I really hate (love) technology.  Especially when it escapes me...like it usually does. Somehow it will save us and be the end of us.  Technology. That is. 

That's why I like, no love, the black dirt.  It heals me.  It's so basic. It's so the antithesis of technology. It's millions of years old.  The black dirt. And it's not mine.  Even though I "bought" some acres of dirt.  I  am just a custodian, aka janitor, (isn't that what they called the man in high school who cleaned our classrooms?)  There is nothing quite like standing in those dark, black soils. Barefoot. With the expansive skies above.  Chemtrails and all. They (chemtrails) don't really have any effect on me.  I am immune. To those who wish to do me harm. 

All I want to do is grow some kale.  Some really good kale.  Some kale without spraying anything on it.  Just compost tea. And share it.  With some like minded folks. Is that too much to ask?