If I could light down right now and land gently in the arms of a chestnut tree it would mean living naturally and not in the confines of a nine story building - of which I am at the top.
If a chestnut tree would let me follow it's bark down to where it's roots lie and travel that path to the underworld and that of which all Mother Nature is, I would feel fine and better that my new home is not walls of cinder bricks and linoleum.
And if I could climb down at any point and venture outside the canopy of the chestnut leaves, I could frolic with the ferries and mushrooms and other lords and ladies of the forest. But I can't. Or is that, rather, I won't. I won't because the fettering ties of government housing are designed to make me feel happy not to be in homeless shelters anymore and to give god's good grace to what I have and be thankful , no matter what.
True, I'm safe, it's a high barrier building, it's quiet, close to Chinatown, with easy bus routes, funky character homes, loads of artists and gays. But
what if it were normal once again to live in trees or pit houses underground or longhouses or tipis, mesas, or the more modern ancient of cob, cordwood, strawbale.....what if those were our only options?
so i tag along with all the greatfll statements, platitudes and servitudes and actually feel that greatfullness - up to a certain point.
With that comes the rewards of feeling lucky, positive, casting your light on friends and family to share your bliss.
it's never enough.
And so comes the building of the new world with it's various houses and the choice to travel to any community , welcome matt polished and spit for your arrival. So comes being with nature and the elimination of mental health diseases. Wot, didn't expect that one? Ya you did, you're just testing me :D
And so shall we thrive again.