"Get down, boogie and pray.."

So this morning, on the train ride to school, there was an older Asian lady, who I hesitate to call crazy (my definition of crazy would include myself these days, so I'm working on a new definition, and discovering that the term crazy is pretty oppressive,) but was rambling about all sorts of things to herself; pretty incoherently.

However, she did say a couple of things I really admired and which, if you "read between the lines," really seemed to make sense...(as those we label crazy often do.) One thing she said was "Get down, boogie and pray," which I took to be good advice in these post-apocalyptic times we are currently moving through. I think she was advising us to love each other as fiercely as possible, to play daily, and to never give up hope. Good advice for these trying times. She also said "don't sit next to me and tell me all about it!" Which I interpreted as "you people don't really care about me anyway, so why the hell would you define me and try to subdue me." If you listen to so-called crazy people, you'll hear this theme over and over again...I also heard a woman the other day yelling "they put me in an institution and they call this LOVE? I don't want your love then, and you better redefine that word love..." I readily agreed with her...institutionalizing people has nothing to do with love.

Anyway, love is really about caring for, not controlling, the earth/people/animals/children/the environment. I thought a lot about this last night, doing some borderline illegal activities, such as using a huge metal pole to smash some asphalt in an abandoned lot, and shoplifting some food for a child to eat...some people would say that acting outside the law shows my recklessness and therefore, disregard for life and "life giving" activities, but I say, when you act from a place of love, you start to realize how many rules and laws are actually sqeltching the life out of our planet/the people/etc.

I participated in some guerrilla gardening again last night, which included breaking up the asphalt that was keeping the lot from being the productive food-forest that the group envisions for it. It is, in my option, much more important to have food then concrete, and it was deeply satisfying to smash through the asphalt and find the healthy soil underneath! And it got me thinking "if it is this easy to smash the asphalt in this lot, and nobody is moving to stop us," (and, in fact, everyone who went by praised us,) "how easy will it be to smash up the rest of the concrete, cement and asphalt that is chocking the planet, and making it an unlivable, inedible place?" In other words, if we all start acting on our concern/love, there will be no stopping us!

My arms are good and sore today; and my heart is bursting with love. I feel hopeful that we can get rid of this mess we call civilization if we really try.

Lets all try to do what the woman on the MAX was yelling, now is the the time to "get down, boogie and pray!"

Love ya,
Carrot