Grandpa's Buried in the Rocks

Grandpa died last week and now he’s buried in the rocks
But everybody still talks about how badly they were shocked
But me, I expected it to happen, I knew he’d lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street and shot it full of holes

Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again – Bob Dylan

Listening to Blonde on Blonde on Peaked Mountain Road the other day, I could almost feel the American utopia of some better yesteryear resonate deep within a core I didn’t even know I had.  Leaves are growing.  The green canopy of the forest is reemerging.  Growth is abundant.

Yet still, crazy ways are evident in the world-at-large.  The things we hate about ourselves seem to time and time again manifest themselves in corporate misconduct, elected liars yelling “FIRE!” in a bellicose political puppet theater, needy Facebook messages pleading with strangers to attend events far away.  You can make your own list.

An electronic manifestation of the Void

Albert Einstein has that famous quote about insane people doing the same things over again and again and expecting different results. Humanity needs to begin exploring new avenues to the future.  Boulevards.  12-lane expressways of creativity and community rather than the congestion leading to nowhere.

Grandpa’s buried in the rocks.  The old man lived in a different day, using different ways.  The old ways won’t work anymore.  Intentional living is what some call it.  Deliberate living.  It’s OK to realize that you were wasting time, breathing from your mouth, pronouncing banal improperly.  That’s growth.  Despite Earth’s overabundance, too many live in misery.  Until creative solutions are put into practice, nothing will change.  The first change starts with yourself.  Are you contributing to a better world?  I hope so.  We only have one Mother. Happy Earth Day.