A blissful longing to be here and to be gone, gone home. Home to Mary, Dylan, Jack and the chickens and home to me - me that is usually me.
Longing to stay - to stay and soak in the calm, peace and sitting. I don't think I need much more.
Here I am starting to learn how much I already know.
Interesting how place and people are my catalyst; the keys that I need to unlock my doors. Not loneliness or solitude but the presence of people learning, living and being.
But how doe this time of contemplation square with work and school and money and housing/clothes etc?
The hippies are living off the ignorance of fools. Fools all a grafting to pay their taxes to supplement the lives of more fools.
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