OK, so here I am at Love is Concrete, and I'm racking my brain for something to contribute and I've got nothing.
Oh, sure, I'll bet sooner or later some song or poem or musing or artwork will occur to me, and I'll be able to post it, but at the deeper level I just. . .sincerely doubt my ability to really contribute anything to the cause of CONCRETE LOVE.
'Cause folks, it ain't no joke. This thing that we're aiming for on LiC is the real fucking deal, the change in the world that you want to see. This thing is what gets people out of bed in the morning, what keeps them from blowing their brains out or stomping some heads into the pavement or binging into a stupor. It's the Living Water, the breath of fresh air, the light from the heavens. It's LOVE. Not friendliness or politeness or buying a card for Grandma at Christmas but real love that gets elbow deep in shit to pull people out of it. Love that stands in front of tanks and nails itself to crosses and starves itself to give its last bite of food to another.
And really, what can I contribute to THAT?
A bit of music? A friendly smile? Some thing I wrote? A testimonial that I have Found Love, that I Have Seen The Light, that I follow a better way free from hate and despair and selfishness and regret?
The only testimonial that I have is that I've found a surrogate family and artistic community and spiritual practice that helps me keep my head above water.
Again: I've found a surrogate family and artistic community and spiritual practice that helps me keep my head above water.
So that's what I offer all of you: help keeping your head above water. That's it. I guess if "Love" is one of those things you do, then it makes sense that I would start practicing it, even sharing it, before I "know" or "understand" it. Certainly before I master or perfect it. So I do it and then you do it and we do it together and we keep doing it better, or at least don't give up. And then that better world, the triumph of social justice, the "Kingdom of Heaven on Earth," the next evolution of humanity, just. . .emerges, right?
At least that's the hope.
So: methods, perspectives, stories, observations, prompts. I'll get thinking of some. Just remember that they're techniques straight from the field, raw and unperfected, non-Surgeon General-approved. they're notes from the next trench over, not orders from the brass. See you in the shit.