Softly... even here the winds of change... breeze through.
Destiny... and history... are turning... Cogs in place.
Hell...it actually feels like ... 1968!
The Hippies have all grow old and are now the voting majority. Think about it...
They're rolling a doobie... and affecting real change... one organic, patchouli soaked volunteered, re-purposing project after another.
The "big picture" is simply a poster... cut into small bite sized puzzle pieces... we are all skirting the edge... still unconnected.
It is the age of... focusing, clearly... on purpose and integrity.
The storm is clearing... and insight, has an electrical charge... zapping us all into action into submission into our future...
The message thunders clearly... and resonates succinctly and justly...
Calling for us all to...Do... "What you CAN DO... purposefully for-going... whatever it is, that you CAN"T DO"
"I AM" becomes... We are...
Maternal society yearns...deeply waiting for it's turn not asking permission... Just doing the next right thing... and taking the steps necessary...
To be seen... far past equal... On the edges of unnoticed
Dropping labels and be recognized for what I bring to the table... not whom.
Written on MAY 20, 2014 ----ON THE VERY SPECIAL OCCASION OF THE OREGON SUPREME COURT OVER-TURNING THE STATE CONSTITUTIONAL AMENDMENT BANNING SAME -*** MARRIAGES.