| Dear V-- I want to live as poets and dreamers, lovers and abundant-life livers. I want to eat a simple meal from scratch off dishes we have made, partnering with earth. I want to grow raspberries in the living room. I want to open our door to criminals and bums, giving freely so they won't have to steal, setting a place and saving a bed every night for the unnannounced, but ever-invited, guest. That angel. I want to teach my children, and others perhaps, and never send them away. I want to love my wife passionately, both in public and in private. I want to kiss in front of our children. I want to worship together, play together, live together, pray together. I want to disconnect completely from our culture so that we can enter back into it fully as healers. These-- these are but dreams and desires; they are not conditions or demands. But here is a condition-- unless your own dreams have a similar scent, a familiar taste, then there really is no point in continuing this discussion. |