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Yesterday was another whirlwind of LaLa madness – moving the gas pipe that was installed in the flash hot water heater to the outside of the laundry room to transform that room into a kitchen, which of course led to moving the dryer exhaust which had been improperly installed to begin with – all of this was going on under my office floor, when I tried to run out for yoga from having been in the sitting position for way too long (according to my body), I came sprinting down the stairs only to discover the workers’ truck blocking my truck and all I could hear was a lot of grunting under the house as they were dealing with things like gas pipes, electrical wiring, and mud. It would have been hard, even for me, to say, um, could you crawl out from under the house so that you could move your truck and I could take my achy breaky body to yoga?

Late in the afternoon, I went over to WWOZ to talk about Re-Bridge and the $220,000 we are seeking to raise for the two historic bridges that cross the bayou and from there headed to the PTA meeting to discuss the fundraising gala for the Waldorf School as well as committee assignments – obviously I forgot to wear my STOP ME BEFORE I VOLUNTEER AGAIN button. The truth is that I am a believer in the Waldorf alternative method but in a world where our primary jobs are facing shrinking returns, it’s challenging to be a part of so many good works that need so much in return.

On my way home, flying solo for a change, I stopped at Meaux Bar to go to a place where everyone knows my name. There at the bar, I engaged in a conversation about living and how we are all need of a change. While we discussed this topical subject, I ate a lardon salad that was yum yummy and had a cosmopolitan. And here’s what the conversation netted down to we, as a nation, and as a model to the rest of the world, had gotten caught up in a system of getting and spending, and perhaps it is because we are a nation of baby boomers who had reached that age when you are acquiring and building and spending, but now we as a nation have reached our limit and are seeking an alternative path in our lives.

What’s interesting about this phenomenon is that I am listening to Ram Dass on my iPod who ascended to his popularity in the late 60s, and here we are nearly 50 years later, a lifetime for me, and he is speaking to us about the need to disavow the material world, to welcome in the compassion and nourish our spiritual selves. So for 50 years, we went off track, headlong into unadulterated capitalism and now here we are again, tails tucked between our legs, begging for forgiveness so that we can walk the true path.

Decisions were made last night, to be true to our spirit, to seek time alone, to foster time away from the grind, to think differently (thank you Steve Jobs), to find ourselves again as a nation. And once again, much like what happened in the 60s, we are being led by the nose by the youth of our nation. The Arab Spring swept into our country and inspired our own to stand up and Occupy Wall Street, to say enough of running ramshod over our humanity, enough of easy money and indifference, enough of us, we the people, buying into this lifestyle.

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