People speak of the critical need for community, of the many material and non-material benefits of living with shared purpose and communal care, of bonding with people of different generations and backgrounds who are all devoted to maintaining that community with intention and grace.
This made me feel again the relationships I had when working with homeless people. Fear motivates, rightfully, many of their reactions to everyday interactions.
Loneliness was the primary , deepest, overall chain that froze forward movement.
Wise to place generational (gene-rational) preservation ahead of "empathy and caring nature...."
Your concluding lamentation is what speaks to me, in a place where hope and will have not yet been gene-ration-ally persuaded back into the strivers' lanes for all the shiny goodies. We need more psalms and hymns with this kind of steely resolve. I believe the Arabic word for it is "Sumud" or "steadfastness" in our corrupted Anglo-Saxon.
As for the pride offered up for your patient and enduring remarks by the readers' comment before me, Ms Cava, I keep hearing that childhood aphorism worth preserving from the Great Depression Gene-Ration I kept following around to interview on my cheap tape recorder archiving the longer life's experience I valued like an episode of Klugman\Randall's The Odd Couple and more than the TV my folks only rationed out to me and my older sister on weekends and non-school holidays: "Pride goeth before a fall...."
Please keep on keepin' on whichever way your best instincts and intuition and worst smells and cool reception leads those of US deep in the crowd to align our own isolated pursuits and hitch em to a road-worthy communal wagon.
This made me feel again the relationships I had when working with homeless people. Fear motivates, rightfully, many of their reactions to everyday interactions.
Loneliness was the primary , deepest, overall chain that froze forward movement.
This one makes me so very sad. Yet so very proud of your profound empathy and caring nature.
Wise to place generational (gene-rational) preservation ahead of "empathy and caring nature...."
Your concluding lamentation is what speaks to me, in a place where hope and will have not yet been gene-ration-ally persuaded back into the strivers' lanes for all the shiny goodies. We need more psalms and hymns with this kind of steely resolve. I believe the Arabic word for it is "Sumud" or "steadfastness" in our corrupted Anglo-Saxon.
As for the pride offered up for your patient and enduring remarks by the readers' comment before me, Ms Cava, I keep hearing that childhood aphorism worth preserving from the Great Depression Gene-Ration I kept following around to interview on my cheap tape recorder archiving the longer life's experience I valued like an episode of Klugman\Randall's The Odd Couple and more than the TV my folks only rationed out to me and my older sister on weekends and non-school holidays: "Pride goeth before a fall...."
Please keep on keepin' on whichever way your best instincts and intuition and worst smells and cool reception leads those of US deep in the crowd to align our own isolated pursuits and hitch em to a road-worthy communal wagon.
Warmly and respectfully yers,
Tio Mitchito
Mitch Ritter\Paradigm Sifters, Code Shifters, PsalmSong Chasers
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