I wrote a poem to us on Substack. Link: open.substack.com/pub/selfando...

This is a “garden shop” on the western edge of the Place Djemma ElFna in Marrakech, Morocco. It’s a patch of outdoor space where venders are selling plants. I’ve walked past this spot a trillion times over the years. It’s one of those random views that reminds me who I am somehow. You know?

In the meantime, do not listen to anyone that says it can’t be done and that we must work within this duopoly. They are either ops, or they are victims of a psyop themselves.

Malcolm said ‘Never let your enemy tell you how many of YOU there are. Never let the man you are against form your opinion.’

I have a longing to leave instagram and all the Meta places and I wonder if all my favorite others with gather here or somewhere else….

Cultivate ways of being grounded, connected with self and others. Our attention is being pulled in so many directions at once. The sense of time speeding up and urgent issues all coming together in one moment. Remember - we create our world. We create our world.

The starkness of guitar and voice.
The poetic lyrics. (“This riot inside of my veins”).
The slight yodel in his voice on the last syllable of some words.
I can’t stop listening to it!

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