Some ruminating, marinating, or what you will

• The San Lorenzo Valley is gorgeous. This is a piece of paradise. The trees are awing.
• People are good. Yeah, no, evil, horrid, fallen, inclined to malevolency, however one would like to put it, but also good. Everyone.
• Societies are parasitical. Within each society there are sub-societies living as parasites on the “greater society.” This also means that societies are organisms.
• There are few better feelings than feeling small. Small in a sub-sub-sub-society in a itty bitty corner of a world bigger than our specific expression (yet smaller than our general comprehension); small in the face of history; small standing upon, beneath, surrounded by history; small walking down a one-lane road lined with homes with a backdrop of mountains: San Lorenzo Valley tree-lined ridges, Sierra Nevada snowy peaks, painted cliffs of Valle de Laguar; small in the drivers seat wondering at the constant flow of vehicles; small strolling along West Cliff, through Fall Creek, between tables at Mount Hermon Dining Hall, star-struck at the waves, the ferns, the people, on and on and on; small because while health, relationships, structures, communication, religions, people, words fail, the world keeps turning, flowers keep blooming, language continues evolving.