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Creating the world anew   Leave a comment

Dearest Mary-chan (and other friends, known and unknown),

Do you have a link, through Emily perhaps, to what is happening now amongst the young in Egypt, with the world (as it were) to be remade by them — now? Can you imagine —if it were us? How can anyone sleep a single wink or pause for anything with such a great challenge? Educare: How would you prepare your very own group of people??? If the medium were the message. I can’t remember when I have ever wanted anything as much as I would want, now, to be one of them, with both the vitality of youth and whatever I might have learned in all of my life about — everything!!!! Remembering back to summer of 1971 on The Farm — in all of my ignorance: The Movement for a New Society!!! That’s what we were supposedly part of; Elise had brought us together under that rubric… Do you remember? That seductive smell in the air? Of possibility?

Last night, from my bed — where I think about Endings — I hosted a Seder; I imagine you must have been part of one also — focused on Egypt, on the Egyptians overthrowing their own Pharoah — and being now in the very position of the Hebrews in the desert; well, no, not really, because they’re in their own homeland. I was thinking of the chaos that ensued after The Great Escape, the infighting, Moses tearing his hair out because his people complained they were better off in Egypt as slaves than wandering in the desert with nothing, and how he went up into the mountains while they prayed to the God of the Egyptians — and he brought back a fragment of social/political organization, the Ten Commandments, which only got as far as to say Don’t kill, Don’t steal, Don’t commit adultery; Respect your parents, Be faithful to the God of your tribe, Keep the Sabbath (a really brilliant commandment) — but even when multiplied into the 613 laws of Deuteronomy and Leviticus and later the thousands of pages of commentary by all the men in the lineage that sought to discern God’s intent for his people, it wasn’t enough (lo dayenu) and even later, later, later, with the Lefty thinkers continuing to think about how to bring about the Peaceable Society, and Quakers and Jooboos, etc., etc., and law schools and, by now, I’m sure, doctorates in comparative law that would bring together the best, the deepest thinking of all people of all times, does anyone know? If so, can we get a quick summary, and send links to anyone whose name we can learn, as input into this Great Process, this Great Moment?

I know I’m being silly; it must come from them, what is real for them, that this is just another moment in a perhaps endless, incompletable process —- but I yearn for it so badly: I am grateful to my mother and father who, in their way, instilled in me this passionate thirst; it keeps me going despite much and worsening pain. An alter kocker, I watch from the sidelines, cheering the team on, against such odds…. Go, team, go: Learn right now how to love one another so that the least are empowered to speak and are listened to and given their due, so that every kind of crazy diversity is respected…so that brilliant strategies are imagined to even include “the enemies”……………. . . . . .

Those times, forty years ago, when we caught one another’s gaze and had to look away, or when we started laughing uncontrollably, wasn’t it about this, the gorgeous silk purse to be made of this old sow’s ear of a world — that we could almost see?

I wrote this to you, special friend of that special moment; we met when both had such naked eyes. Having written this inspired by the memory of those times, I feel I should also post this letter in my blog, which is my present Work, my attempt to squeeze out a few drops of honey from so many lemons. I hope that doesn’t diminish it as a personal message to you.


Posted April 20, 2011 by judybloomgardener in Uncategorized

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Thoughts while studying fermentation   2 comments

Take away the caps and we all become common nouns
joined, broken apart….

I’m suddenly passionate about fermented foods –
bread, cheese, pickles…

How did I overlook for so long that the yummiest foods are decomposition products —
Which I will soon be myself.

Bob told me of the moment, at his grandma’s funeral, when he got it:
He wanted, wildly wanted, to steal away her body, save it from the molds, when suddenly, blindingly, saw that it would be her own bacteria, her friendly flora, that had kept her going 103 years, who would feast on her, a big party, procreate, and go on…. and he thought, OK!, and he decided, and I have too, not to be cremated, because he wanted to allow the big party to go on.

I keep drawing things with my new drawing app, forms emerging from the darkness; I don’t  know if it’s inner sapce or outer space, underground or under water,  I search for wild and wilder forms, squiggly and wiggly, striped, dotted, with and without spines.  What’ll it be?!!!

My “singularity” is almost surely a countable number of days away
so it’s with very personal interest that I study decomposition and fermentation

It started with Bob, also with Nancy, who is 86, becoming obsessed with making salt-rising bread.  She’s hanging around the kitchen to see if she can lure the right kind of organism into her crock of white corn meal not two hours from the mill.

Like gazing intently at the sky
to discern the presence of a traveling stranger

Won’t you come in?

Like Abraham to the angels that then heralded Sarah’s improbable pregnancy

I’m surprised to find myself in the company of the SETI crowd, not exactly searching for extra-terrestrial life, but sensing with excitement the dark places full of unexpected lifeforms, as unexpected as “I” am.

I’ve read about spores, protected, in their jackets, from cold and heat and radiation, and, I think: take off your jackets —- who knows what you may turn into?