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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) Diaspora Dwellings On my way into our sanctuary this past Sunday morning a woman I had met in choir was strangely inclined to share her family history. Her dad came over from Ireland because he wanted better business opportunities for his healthy future. Here he meets his wife and they have kids who also have kids now living the post-millennial urban sprawl nightmare of what the TrumpCard worshiping U.S. has most degeneratively isolationist become idolatrously lusting to beat and blow up green resonance, to eat our young's potential healthy future. I mentioned that I had never been. My made-in-Ireland news-person hat had only hung in U.S. pubs, mostly not so green as we might wish, and had only covered my North American dreams of a more robust wealth of future health for myself and my Africa inherited husband and our four adopted brown-skin wounded kids with mental and physical, mind and body, spirit and nature souled uncompetitive challenges. Challenges now further threatened by bleak violent climate choices to pursue RightWing Business As Assault Competitions to extract Earth's ecofeminist original values faster and faster and harder thrusting against naked wombs, angry and filled with fear we cannot hoard enough power against the Great Winter of our own LeftBrain dominant paranoid prophecy. And increasingly schizophrenic, don't you sometimes inside-outside Voices think? My new fellow diaspora migrant added, cooperative climate curious, and not at all competitively overpowering. Before cars and planes and trains, Before carriages and carts and wheels Irish moms and dads would never have imagined their homes as other than our future home, as other than great-great grandkids home as it was on into a distant WiseElder health-rooting past projecting future wealth imaginations Diaspora dreams would have been reserved for tribal survival reasons, I suppose. Which sounds eerily like how I feel unsafe asylums against my kids WiseElder future prospects challenged by angry supremacist voices, classically un-evangelical, philosophically dividing sinful ego-natures from virtuous eco-spirits... Yet these are what God originally created together... Well, I get sidetracked when I gaze into this awesome abyss of LeftBrain's curious diaspora nature returning to RightBrain spiritual sanctuary of what paradise Earth could become after Her diaspora integrity returns. Where our children can EarthTribe thrive again by cooperative work and play with our conservative challenges mental and physical theological and ecological spiritual and natural secular and sacred liberal healthy while conserving non-sectarian wealth of deep learning democracy for challenged diaspora solidarity. I think about leaving the U.S. especially in the last couple weeks, and the last couple years, now that I think of empty hearts and diamonds adulation while never once mentioning darker promises of clubs and non-elite spades for burying our drowned and burned and shot. This feels less and less like a healthy safe cooperative democracy for my wounded diaspora kids to learn how to play WinWin games rather than WinLose patriarchal narcissistic lies against the cultural wealth potential of equality for matriarchal WiseElder ecofeminist healthy RightBrain curious climates Inclusive of wounded, voiceless, brown-skin children. Precisely. Me Too, my Irish diaspora moving friend sadly added, thinking about her own adult children increasingly uncomfortable about their distance dissonance and lack of hope in co-investment, fading faith in loyalty to EarthTribe's diaspora cooperatively engaging our co-migrating selves. But my own dad's and mom's journey began in the MidWest, and their moms and dads came from Europe, and their moms and dads came from migrant EarthTribes before carriages and carts and diaspora enabling wheels. Where could we go that could guarantee safe and healthy water, regenerate soil, fresh and liberally democratic conserving sanctuary, bicamerally resonant consciousness, robust ecological with theological WinWin culture, cooperative egalitarian intent and design, restorative justice, peace for planet, plants, and people? I assume that's a rhetorical diaspora question. She invited me to a potluck dinner in her non-Irish home. I continued my journey into our migrant gathering sanctuary, wondering about home-bound souls and imagination and wonder before curious carriages and courageous carts and even simple wheels, when horses and trees were our whispering neighbors and prophets predicting healthy grass and water satisfying next seven regenerations of challenged children hoping for their healthy chances to become tomorrow's WiseElder migrant sanctuaries.
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