I'd Stop Calling It "chemotherapy."

I Believe In Fierce Love, Pushing The Edge, Calling The Robbers, The Corporates, The Elites, The Pillagers And Insanely Wealthy To Task, Going Whatever Distance We Need To Go Now To Protect Our Earth And Each Other.

I Live With That Contradiction Daily. It Is A Constant Struggle. I Struggle Very Deeply. I Don't Think I've Said This To Anyone, But I've Wondered If I Just Want To Give Up This World And Live In The Congo And Just Be There. But I Don't Think That's What They Need From Me.

What If, Instead Of Being Afraid Of Even Talking About Death, We Saw Our Lives In Some Ways As Preparation For It. What If We Were Taught To Ponder It And Reflect On It And Talk About It And Enter It And Rehearse It And Try It On?what If, Rather Than Being Cast Out And Defined By Some Terminal Category, You Were Identified As Someone In The Middle Of A Transformation That Could Deepen Your Soul, Open Your Heart, And All The While-even If And Particularly When You Were Dying-you Would Be Supported By And Be Part Of A Community?

I Think To Be Cut Off From Your Heart Is The Greatest Tyranny In The World.

Wouldn't It Be Incredible If Everyone Could Be Purged, Somehow, Of The Projected Not-them Badness That They Internalized And Perhaps Have Acted Out Because Their Souls Have Been So Damaged? Wouldn't It Be Incredible If Everyone Could Find The Joy That Comes With Committing To Our Own Goodness? Perhaps We Would Stop Dividing Ourselves Into Malignancies Of Various Forms.