Out To Pasture

Retirement from community development, facilitating cooperative economic justice in this post-millennial time of climate crisis, feels like being put out to pasture with the rest of us toothless and feckless horses Stalking senior centers and gated communities to weather the fade-out storm of physical and mental, natural and spiritual encroaching unease and disease. This was not my fade away intent to graze quietly with quivering and lame retired race horses; although worse company is readily at hand. I do like pastures, meadows, forest and ocean beach trails, grains and crunchy carrots and apples. But, I also like song and dance and restorative justice more than retributive injustice, and skilled multicultural mediation rather than monopolistic invasion, and economic cooperative win/win public health investment and politically empowering regeneration more than competitively disempowering degeneration, and polypathic compassionate therapies, and polyphonic healing designs and listening with healthy young bicamerally balanced connected attached integral holistic lives of active hope. It has taken me so long to get here in this valley of the shadow of climate death, and I am so grateful for this vulnerable moment to share all I can compassionately hear in multicultural mediation pastures, including senior health-discernment circles, of course, but also echoing off granite bold walls of win/win ego/eco-historic bicameral mountains, polycultural peaks cooperatively grateful for bilaterally resonant river valleys of ancient wealthiest memory. Old nags never die. We just keep gumming around Earth's double-binaries, longing to speak compassionately as we have learned to curiously hear, remember resonate reweave regenerate seasonal pasture space of all Earth's pastoral reasoned time.