City life is a confrontation: For thousands of years we lived outdoors. But now, we are inside people. Are we trapped?

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Unfaithful Totems

Clouds tell of roots,

Anchors.

Ladders and chutes,

Rains and pours.

Glass on grass.

Reflecting clouds and sun.

Shrouds of clouds.

A canopy of blasphemy.

Rippling skies, tearing feet.

Pounding metal, searing heat.

Unfaithful totems, steel and lies.

Naked skies.

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As I said in the intro: For thousands of years we were outdoors. Now we are inside people. Are we trapped?

Let’s think about it.

For thousands of years we were outdoors.

Being outside all of the time was not always a good thing. Being chased or eaten is not fun. Eating wild meat exposed to the elements sometimes did weird things to our digestive systems. Being inside and comfortable is safe. But that is part of the problem that we face. Inside is safe and comfortable, but is safe and comfortable all that we are here for?

Today, we are inside people.

We live inside of boxes. We work inside of boxes. We shop… you guessed it… inside of boxes. Being on the inside keeps you and I in the box. We have to make an effort to get out of the box.

Are we trapped?

Only you can answer that for yourself. I certainly feel trapped inside sometimes. I use words like tired, too busy, uncomfortable, too much work, need to ‘veg.’ Really I just make excuses to stay inside, feet up. But the more we stay in the box, something inside of us shrivels.

Dare I say that we may become like Gollum?

Glass on grass

When I leave my steel and glass cage, something comes alive. I feel better, as if the sun is filling me with Prozac. Really, Prozac has nothing on the Sun. The sun gives life, photosynthesis of the Soul.

True… outside we have to face breaking glass, heat, lies and risk… but that is where the fun is. Living naked, we sometimes get hurt. But the alternative is to live an unlived life.

 

Keep it Real

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