Not That You Asked

Not that you asked, or ever would feel free to inquire, yet perhaps you grow ready to listen to a voice inviting exit from your, and our, long loneliness, self-contempt, isolation so shelled-over, so embedded, you are sure we are each and all unredeemably alone In our envy of others, the positive deviants with apparently healthy organic and resonant and resilient relationships While we remain powerless to conjure enough curiosity to discover and/or rediscover our own win/win potentialities, personal and political, economic and ecologically regenerative. Depression conjures dark apartness messes all your own too-competitive fault. But, your depression, emotional and/or economic, political and/or environmental, like my own, is no more or less your fault than is Donald Oompa Trumpa President of all anti-ecological wisdom, a new ungreen post-millennial oxymoron, and Earth's algorithmic degeneration into lose/lose fragility, And privileged human SuperEgo's declention disarray dismay despair into xenophobic rabidity oligarchical madness global depression mutual suppression liberally invested in every thing but love, curiosity recovering win/win birth canal memory, a magical moment of hope for Earth's warm light of lifetime win/win recovery. Your depression is your fault only in this warm right-brain accompaniment sense of feeling and knowing we are a fluid, yet stuck, State that is our shared win/lose fault of left-brain dominating culture parsing compassion stingily, saving for glorious and win/win right-brain interdependent un-lonely Rapturous sacred end. But, as every community organizer and integral permaculture designer and restorative justice advocator knows from win/win v win/lose v loselose retributive v restorative justice experience, we cannot end a resilient health-building project that will include any and all multicultural win/win faith if we did not embody already inside as we began pushing through our original organic tunnel toward Earth love's first light and unmuted sounds of greeting, warm accompaniment universal co-present love, Hope faith in EarthMother's warm feeding breast from whence we each compassion came come and go.