Frustration

I had created this blog to get back to articulating the things I have really cared about since childhood, most especially our place in the natural world as spiritual and creative beings. Crosby, Stills and Nash (via Joni Mitchell) sang that "we have to get ourselves back to the Garden". But I find myself having to address the trends that disrupt a healthy relationship with the wellspring of our psychological being and our physical evolution. In short, there is no healthy escape because the Garden itself is now rampant with manifestations of the Serpent; I am speaking metaphorically, of course -- I actually like snakes! Hopefully the unhappy political overtones can begin to recede from this blog, if the people working to rebuild the economy of our working and middle class and to bring regulation back to our treatment of the environment are able to keep their offices and win more seats in this coming election. However, I will not stick my head in the sand for the sake of maintaining a blog of gentle poetic meditations, if the fabric of the American Dream continues to disintegrate through a combination of cynical, selfish, manipulative leaders twisting the electorate into a destructive swarm of misinformed, misled, fear-driven constituents. There are cinders in the wind, and they are settling on the sheaves of poetry and setting them ablaze.