I’d like to never have to worry about having enough food.
If money and debt weren’t issues
I’d live in a place where all the food I ever needed grew on bushes year round
in a sort of community harvest site that was free to the public,
where there was always plenty to go around,
and you always had plenty of time for harvesting with neighbors,
like it was part of the workday,
or paid for by the government,
like a siesta for other countries,
or the cattle business for Montana children
who round out their school day with apprenticeship.
I guess I just believe
no person should ever have to give up safety and security
in order to eat healthy or have direct access to fresh, free food.
But it’s sort of exciting that we’ve forgotten how to use our hands
when it comes to harvesting what we need most.
We are ripe for rediscovering something primal and ancient again,
and I think this something we are ready to reconnect with
is a deeper and broader sense of interconnectedness and responsibility
with and to and for all beings, including ourselves.
It’s totally ideal and a little extreme I know,
but I wish this were reason enough
to finally let currency and its function in institutions go.
I think it would be really hard to let go of a symbol we ascribe so much value to,
but I’d hope that would encourage us to be creative with ourselves
and seek out other ways of feeling good and being happy,
and for while I think things would be really scary,
like our sense of “me” would be threatened,
and we’d probably a lot of us feel like we’re being pulled out
into a sea of unknowing by an undertow we can’t stop.
But just think how cool that could be, how beautiful the coral would be
and how weightless and wild your body would feel,
providing you had some scuba gear to keep you going
and a waterproof cell phone to use to call to be picked up
when the air in the tanks ran out.