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SoulCollage® – Council Suit – Old Programming

Claire evolution, SoulCollage®, transformation August 12, 2015August 17, 2015art, becoming, conscious evolution, expressive art, SoulCollage®, transformation

SoulCollage® – Council Suit – Old Programming

I am the code that holds the old forms in place

I am the programming of greed and mistrust

I am the paradigm of us and them

I am the energy of fear

I am the one who keeps you hardwired into old programs and patterns

I am the one who ties you into lock step with the status quo

I am the one who keeps you bound to custom, habit, social expectation, tribalism and patriarchy

I am the one who keeps you sleepwalking, robotic and unconscious

I am the one who blinds you to possibility

I am the one who desperately hangs on to decaying structures

I am the infrastructure that collapses from within

I am the one who does not know my time has passed

I am shattering, fragmenting into pixels and particles, dissolving into the matrix to evolve, recycle and reassemble at a higher level

Trees With Email

Claire general August 10, 2015August 10, 2015trees

I read today that the trees in the city of Melbourne have email addresses. What a lovely idea! The intention was that people could report broken branches and such, but beyond that intention people have been sending love letters and conversational pen pal communications to the trees. Sometimes, the trees answer back.

There is a row of pines on 41st Street, part of my morning walk in nice weather, who I consider friends. They stand in a tall green line along a grey block wall, unexpectedly forest-like in this asphalt and concrete desert city.

As I walk beneath their resinous branches, I reach my hands up to brush the green needles and send them greetings of love. Sometimes I stop and touch the rough trunk of each tree, or offer a symbolic drink from my water bottle. I worry that they don’t get enough water, but they seem healthy enough.

When I haven’t walked the neighborhood for some time, I begin to miss them. I wonder in this long hot summer, when I’m forced to walk the air conditioned mall to avoid heatstroke, if the trees miss me too?

Driving by in my car is not the same, somehow: the pace too fast, the tinted windows a barrier, the focus on wherever I’m headed a distraction. There they patiently stand in the grueling heat while I whiz past in air conditioned comfort without a thought. I wonder how they manage in this heat that they can’t escape.

I’d love it if my tree friends had an email address, or a facebook page. We could stay in touch during the dog days of summer. Would they call me out for being a wimp? “@ClairePerkins, If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the desert – LOL” Maybe they’d post a live cam of a sparrow’s nest nestled in their boughs, or a selfie as they sway wildly in a monsoon wind.

It would be fun to stay in touch that way. But it will be even better when the weather cools down and I can manage once again to walk beneath their soft, green canopy and greet them face to face.