During the riots of 1968 Mom and Dad sent Tam and I to live in a caravan on Sand Lake.  I was 13 and not too concerned with politics or riots, the Weathermen, Black Panthers or SDS.  I was more concerned with the lake.  I swam constantly, often at night, with my eyes just above the waterline looking back at the shore, looking at the moon mirror of the surface.  It was a world away from shouting and fighting and fires and guns. 

How I would like to take the world and give it Sand Lake so we could reclaim who we are.  We are creatures of magic and beauty and peace and we should and could, have a society where it's not a mad life scrabble just for existence but where there is enough for all (and there is enough for all - that's the great lie, that there is scarcity and want - it's in Big Business' interests to foment desire and inequality).   The child who sees the wonder in a grasshopper or movement of clouds or senses the great slow life within trees still exists in all adults.  But we've allowed ourselves to be trained to want more, always more 'stuff', more money, more 'status', more more more - when everything we need is already here.

What's that ridiculous statistic?  How much wealth is concentrated in the top 2% and the rest of us have everything else.  Something absurd.  How much is enough?  Food, shelter, something to do, something to learn, companionship, community - and time enough to find and cherish that child, that tiny godchild within.