Hello everyone, how art thou?

Hello everyone, how art thou? We are on the smooth road from Connecticut to Philly, no ice just the wind on our backs. We had a great show at the Mohegan resort, I felt the presence of the Native
Americans, I got messages looking up at the clouds, me and Berry casting shadows between the birch and pine trees. One was how we pay for our meager comforts with an abundance of stress and anxiety. I felt animal skins wrapped round my shoulders, me and berry tracking a warm blooded animal to cook with our tribe, teepees to go in and out of, fires, good smokes and dream rich sleeps.

I read in National Geographic about the Hazda (or Hadza-dont have the article with me) an ancient tribe still around in Tanzania. The long and the short of it is, they work 4 hours a day, have a loose social order, almost no sickness and disease, excellent health, incredibly well developed seeing, hearing and intuitive faculties, no stress, no war, (well channeled aggression) and they leave no footprint. Back to the Native Americans, if they had so much art, such a developed spirituality, so much skill and respect for one another within the tribe, elders who mattered, and taught the first Europeans and British so much about farming and tracking and survival, well then I could survive if our society was obliterated. In fact, the people who could re-adapt would survive better, with a higher consciousness, less stress and more creativity.

I imagined beading by the fire and getting sleepy, having a tribe to help raise Dashiell instead of paying my life savings for these Nannies (who I am very grateful for and adore) and hunting and fishing instead of paying bills for not so good services. The thought made me warm inside.

More later, Sophie B