Labor Day: spent recovering from a week-end of work. I had planned to work today, too, to catch up with all of the things I have to get done, but I found I was too thrashed. Talked with two departing tenants, about the difficulties of time and money in this life and the screwed up deal of us having to pay just to live, everything being owned up and all. So much going through my mind... about the power structure protecting its place to do whatever it wants to the exploited masses, about the dynamics of people doing whatever they can get away with, without concern for the consequences outside themselves, about the responsibility placed upon the injured ones to express their grievances, and the difficulties of doing so... I have become way too sensitive to things, and it seems the wheel of karma turns sharp as razor's edge. The more tuned you become to the dynamic, the more painfully real it becomes...
	I like to hear the old hippies say things like, "far out." Just a bit of lingo from a bygone era that recedes into the past with every year, but just as it warms my heart to hear tales of the Ozark hills before the automobile dominated the roads from an old character who was actually there, it's good to remember a time when a lot of people got together, with the electric energy of youth, challenged reality as it was known and really thought they could change the world. So things didn't turn out like the flower children envisioned, and living from the earth turned out to be tough (and communal living damn near impossible). So the back to the landers came back to the city, to make some money, join the rat race again. Those things that happened back about when I was being born didn't just go away...they're still here, the hope of a transformed world lives on, though with less naiveté, quietly gestating in the hearts and minds of the meek who shall inherit the earth. There's a sense of waiting that surrounds us, a hesitation because we're unsure of what to believe, a knowledge, a faith that we'll know it when we see it.
Every now and then, I feel a shift, like the trail I've been climbing comes out onto a bluff with a view. I saw a simplicity that tasted good this time: a little cluster of stone cabins in the hills with a rainwater system and an array of photovoltaic cells (gotta have something to run my computers).
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