Saturday, June 30, 2007

Love to the god within

Oh yes, it's been terribly long since my last post. Those who know me know that, 1)I love to write, and 2)I have never been in the habit of keeping a diary, especially a public one. That said, there are so many wonderful, magical people in my life, and some of them must be curious how things are going here at the Columbia House.

Alisa pointed out at last week's coop meeting (so well attended. Thanks to all of you!) that there are good people who would like to be associated with the coop we're building - and that's going rather well, thank you - but who stay away from it because of the name. "Holy Road House" just puts them off. She pointed out that we get regular friends-requests on MySpace from religious groups because of our name too. We are not a religious organization, which is apparent to all coop members. We are affiliated with no religions and have no interest in such relationships. To us, religion, like nationalism, is divisive. It separates and judges people and rejects those who are not part of their club.

To be fair, we have our biases too. We're not terribly supportive of people who don't share our progressive point of view on social justice, as an example. We try to love everybody equally, but prefer those who have found the personal courage to let themselves find and express their creative sides, who have expressed distaste for the subjugations of corporate culture, and of Walmart culture for that matter. We resonate with people who are willing to acknowledge and accept and explore their spirituality, but again, not those who express that through religiosity.

Does this make us hypocrites? This is tricky ground for us all - not just those of us drawn to the HolyRoad Tours coop concept, but all of us, even the most open minded and progressive of us. One thing that mitigates this for us is the fact that most if not all of us have come to understand that each and every person on earth, regardless of his or her level of consciousness or politics, is an expression of an Inner Truth. Hinduism has a convenient word for this: nameste. We recognize and give thanks to the god within you, within each and every one of you. This includes those caught in the cogs of The Machine, those still wearing the Mask (as Lizzie likes to put it).

I'm not willing to say this is enough to absolve us of our lingering prejudices. But it's an important step in the right direction - toward unity, toward sharing and cooperation. Toward peace.

Well, I guess I just had to explore that a bit. On a lighter note, I will indulge myself by a bit of boasting: I came home yesterday with close to a dozen bags of groceries. On my motorscooter. A personal best for me. And it wasn't that hard. Though one more bag probably would have been too much. I will, in future, probably shop more often and carry less each time. My message here is not a new one for me, but I want to repeat it: if you live in a city, either sell your car or at least park it and only use it when you really need to travel far and fast. A small cheap, fuel efficient motor scooter is not only Earth-friendly, it's a ton of fun!

Thursday, June 14, 2007

tweedle dee tweedle dum

so many things going on and going on like a sit down today and talk about the celebrating peace party which is a party of course so party we will by all playing together in the sandpit building temples to the moon

love from the holy road house don't forget our show saturday 9pm at mojos the hucksters

Friday, June 8, 2007

Holy Road Whirlwind

Well it's been, what, almost two weeks since Lizzie and Baba returned to Missouri and the Columbia Holy Road House. I've been living in the center of a cyclone, it seems - an odd place to be but not a bad one. Rather calm in a busy sort of way, as a matter of fact. Except for today, when I took everything, and I mean everything, out of the kitchen pantry and piled it on the kitchen table and tore the shelves out and scrubbed them and plugged a gaping mouse hole ... and then went out to play music and left the whole mess still a mess. But hey, that's life sometimes in the center of the cyclone.

We had a fine potluck gathering the Wednesday after their return, during which we talked about the coop and especially doing regular potluck and open mic nights at the Columbia house. Then we went to the back of the garden and planted a tree along with some of Lizzie's mom's ashes - a true blessing on our house and our efforts.

After playing a fund raising event with Hilary Scott tonight, I got to enjoy some of my friends, the Sphere of Prometheus, spin fire. This was very cool indeed.