the heart bounces and the aches creak
in the night i hear my gran-mother speak 'i'm tired - it's so hot Tracey'
she aches and she screams quietly unable to see me - sending me home

and for some reason - well perhaps for many
this makes me cry

and the day was filled with work and i spoke to a girl like me (or like i used to be?) who dreams in colour of revolution and better systems and oooo the complexity such minds must contemplate - must try and sink in and the million pieces and the processes --- and wishing for some anarchy so we could feel represented in the big decisions being made, because we see a side to the money that seems to be degrading
and there are so many complaints i can make about how this society degrades the good.

it blows my mind.

because i find that the criticism just cuts - it tries to put forward grand schemes of how it would be better but i guess i'm just not so convinced anymore that thinking up great alternatives with my circle of common thinkers is going to be so helpful - especially when it holds me to my beliefs and says why aren't you building something different?

what would i build?

Training with love

There was a weekend where they worked
where they sat and watched slides
between muffins and eyes that like to watch and see

children who experienced a piece of the world outside
through trees, the water or mountains
now gather to talk shop of sustainability

thanks for the lessons, life and lord, thanks for the learning and the ways forward