This epigraph is from my favorite part of “Song of Mysëlf” (No. 47) and it came into my meditations during Firstday Worship yesterday: i looked across the green grass from the shady worship circle at the ripening green apples, the bursting dahlias, the flood of daisies and the swaying full trees of the Divine Cathedral, and i saw another letter from the Creator, dropt at my feet, telling me that (as Qaddish affirms) this living world is the way the Eternal One wanted it, and the overly technological, unsustainable energy-glutton dead world with its competetive values and deceptions/ lies that humans build for themselves out of their fear is not Truth. It is a challenging reality, but its foundations are sand. Is it possible to be a Friend of Truth in the 21st C. City? Can we survive in US style lives in centrifugal “communities”? How do we live so that our children can live better? What does thee do to knit together our lives in a communal bond?
Letters from the Street 
This epigraph is from my favorite part of “Song of Mysëlf” (No. 47) and it came into my meditations during Firstday Worship yesterday: i looked across the green grass from the shady worship circle at the ripening green apples, the bursting dahlias, the flood of daisies and the swaying full trees of the Divine Cathedral, and i saw another letter from the Creator, dropt at my feet, telling me that (as Qaddish affirms) this living world is the way the Eternal One wanted it, and the overly technological, unsustainable energy-glutton dead world with its competetive values and deceptions/ lies that humans build for themselves out of their fear is not Truth. It is a challenging reality, but its foundations are sand. Is it possible to be a Friend of Truth in the 21st C. City? Can we survive in US style lives in centrifugal “communities”? How do we live so that our children can live better? What does thee do to knit together our lives in a communal bond?