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New England's late May sun was long up, and yet her laundry began to unfold and clip onto the droopy clothesline, while yet to warm into 8 AM. She wore a light spring jacket and need not think long about why and how much of water she consumed each day each month each year. These numbers are written on ledgers of her mind and asset hanging body. Food and heat and phone service, electricity and water and even some of her compost. All off-site store and on-line purchases. Balancing thoughts nutritional, sometimes toxic piles of consuming laundry lists from diverse and fragrant markets. This was an easy stroll down double-entry accountability lane compared to thinking through what she had produced. Which reminded her to breathe and about air. The good air she had breathed all year. She had no bill for services rendered, in large part by the trees, but the ecology and chemistry are complicated. Still, no bill. And what about all the bad air she had produced? No one seemed likely to repay her. At least not with kindness. Yet she had also produced some good air, and so had her daughters and sons. And she had produced them, without as much help as she might have preferred for so much poopy laundry. Come to think of it, no one had sent much of anything for her investments in retaining this planet with capacity for self-naming Earth, or any other name either as far and deep as she could linguistically foretell. She didn't bring home a paycheck anymore. That could have been a measure of her production value. Yet she was not so sure which part of all those hours and years would end up on the positive regenerative asset side of self and other investing income and how much was more degenerative and toxic. Both trends paid the same in cash, but not within her warm-washed heart. This was her accounting problem. She could measure consumption with her mind and body but she wanted to balance her production values and disvalues with her heart, maybe only because her mind could not wrap around the positive and negative productive garnering numbers. What did she produce in healthy amounts? Too much clean laundry or not enough? And what else might she over-produce in toxic overpopulating quantities? Is this all her kids could be and hope for? Her contribution to inhumane overpopulation to further deteriorate Earth's healthier climates. What futures would these well-worn clothes cover? This must not be enough. So she talked and listened with other women she knew, including her mother and grandmothers, but also her daughters, about how they cooperatively and competitively approached their double-entry accountability issues. One grandmother made a conserving assumption that all her breath was wasted, so entered her heart-felt numbers on Earth's negative side-- we are intrinsically bad for other nature-spirits. But also made her balancing assumption, all her intakes of cash were sufficient in return. An even exchange, positive feedback capital balancing all her bad breath outflow. Her clothesline carried only her own clothes. Her other grandmother spoke of a rule her mother taught and listened to tape-measure through each day. If she had some negative feedback to invest, it must wait until she had completely played out any positive feedback she could honestly express. In this way she could predict her positive productions at least 0-sum balancing with her negative airs and positions, policies and partnerships, pairs and repairs of pants and socks and other relationships; her economic and political productions across her project lifeline. She said her goal was to consume at least as wisely balanced as she produced, to give at least as well as she had taken. Her daughter went on-line to frame a women's global cooperative. And then she quantified her negative consumptions of mind and body against and with her positive heartbeats and breaths, to see and hope and hypostatically hypothesize thermodynamic ecopolitical balance as 0-sum WinWin cooperative ego/eco-systemic balance, slow-growing her matriarchal laundry ownership of this women and allies cooperative transfer and exchange market for healthier global climates. She followed her daughter on-line to co-mentor with her global sisters, and allies, how we can add and subtract, divide and multiply our cooperative positive mutual dividends invested for each other more than WinLose against. This did not necessarily resolve her ecological balance sheet but her daughter's on-line cooperative intention and outcome bank of entries, nested by individual within local bioregion, did resolve and resonate with her accounting by double-entry regenerative v degenerative 0-sum balance issue. Now what was in and on her heart and breath, was also expanding out through cooperating breasts and chests, WinWin more than competitive WinLose. What continued in patriarchal Washington, and other capital-consuming cities, hoarding breath 'til smoke-filled blue denying Earth's climating pathologies, faded back somewhat from terrorizing view because this hoarding vision of contemporary history was no longer the only cooperative-competitive game in town, and across Earth's matriarchally treed forests, networks, embryonic organic networks, regenerative and decomposing lines, perennial spirals recycling productive Yang with cooperative consuming yin-fractal DNA seasonal 0-sum WinWin reiterative primal relationships, double-positive-binds, not just light but bright, not just love but polypathic beloving matriarchal communities of and for healthy accounting balance sheets, hung out to dry on this sunny warm breeze May day.

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Laundering Her Accounts

New England's late May sun was long up, and yet her laundry began to unfold and clip onto the droopy clothesline, while yet to warm into 8 AM. She wore a light spring jacket and need not think long about why and how much of water she consumed each day each month each year. These numbers are written on ledgers of her mind and asset hanging body. Food and heat and phone service, electricity and water and even some of her compost. All off-site store and on-line purchases. Balancing thoughts nutritional, sometimes toxic piles of consuming laundry lists from diverse and fragrant markets. This was an easy stroll down double-entry accountability lane compared to thinking through what she had produced. Which reminded her to breathe and about air. The good air she had breathed all year. She had no bill for services rendered, in large part by the trees, but the ecology and chemistry are complicated. Still, no bill. And what about all the bad air she had produced? No one seemed likely to repay her. At least not with kindness. Yet she had also produced some good air, and so had her daughters and sons. And she had produced them, without as much help as she might have preferred for so much poopy laundry. Come to think of it, no one had sent much of anything for her investments in retaining this planet with capacity for self-naming Earth, or any other name either as far and deep as she could linguistically foretell. She didn't bring home a paycheck anymore. That could have been a measure of her production value. Yet she was not so sure which part of all those hours and years would end up on the positive regenerative asset side of self and other investing income and how much was more degenerative and toxic. Both trends paid the same in cash, but not within her warm-washed heart. This was her accounting problem. She could measure consumption with her mind and body but she wanted to balance her production values and disvalues with her heart, maybe only because her mind could not wrap around the positive and negative productive garnering numbers. What did she produce in healthy amounts? Too much clean laundry or not enough? And what else might she over-produce in toxic overpopulating quantities? Is this all her kids could be and hope for? Her contribution to inhumane overpopulation to further deteriorate Earth's healthier climates. What futures would these well-worn clothes cover? This must not be enough. So she talked and listened with other women she knew, including her mother and grandmothers, but also her daughters, about how they cooperatively and competitively approached their double-entry accountability issues. One grandmother made a conserving assumption that all her breath was wasted, so entered her heart-felt numbers on Earth's negative side-- we are intrinsically bad for other nature-spirits. But also made her balancing assumption, all her intakes of cash were sufficient in return. An even exchange, positive feedback capital balancing all her bad breath outflow. Her clothesline carried only her own clothes. Her other grandmother spoke of a rule her mother taught and listened to tape-measure through each day. If she had some negative feedback to invest, it must wait until she had completely played out any positive feedback she could honestly express. In this way she could predict her positive productions at least 0-sum balancing with her negative airs and positions, policies and partnerships, pairs and repairs of pants and socks and other relationships; her economic and political productions across her project lifeline. She said her goal was to consume at least as wisely balanced as she produced, to give at least as well as she had taken. Her daughter went on-line to frame a women's global cooperative. And then she quantified her negative consumptions of mind and body against and with her positive heartbeats and breaths, to see and hope and hypostatically hypothesize thermodynamic ecopolitical balance as 0-sum WinWin cooperative ego/eco-systemic balance, slow-growing her matriarchal laundry ownership of this women and allies cooperative transfer and exchange market for healthier global climates. She followed her daughter on-line to co-mentor with her global sisters, and allies, how we can add and subtract, divide and multiply our cooperative positive mutual dividends invested for each other more than WinLose against. This did not necessarily resolve her ecological balance sheet but her daughter's on-line cooperative intention and outcome bank of entries, nested by individual within local bioregion, did resolve and resonate with her accounting by double-entry regenerative v degenerative 0-sum balance issue. Now what was in and on her heart and breath, was also expanding out through cooperating breasts and chests, WinWin more than competitive WinLose. What continued in patriarchal Washington, and other capital-consuming cities, hoarding breath 'til smoke-filled blue denying Earth's climating pathologies, faded back somewhat from terrorizing view because this hoarding vision of contemporary history was no longer the only cooperative-competitive game in town, and across Earth's matriarchally treed forests, networks, embryonic organic networks, regenerative and decomposing lines, perennial spirals recycling productive Yang with cooperative consuming yin-fractal DNA seasonal 0-sum WinWin reiterative primal relationships, double-positive-binds, not just light but bright, not just love but polypathic beloving matriarchal communities of and for healthy accounting balance sheets, hung out to dry on this sunny warm breeze May day.

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