Sometimes I Just Want A Simple Life
I just wanna have a simple life
I want to live in nature somewhere, in a nice, unmowed grassy meadow, in a house of adobe, shaped round like a hogan, round windows to let in the light, glass roof to view the stars at night no closer than a leisurely 20 minute walk to the nearest neighbor, so it will be QUIET so tired of the noises of my suburban neighbors in my rectangle house on a tiny plot of land so tired of the buzz and whirr of lawnmowers and noxious leaf blowers and cars honking and chortling past my window so tired of the dirt and the smog and the water-wasters who have to have their nice manicured green lawns, even in the desert of Southern California maybe live in an intentional eco-community, with community gathering rooms, one for the communal library, one for the communal TV/DVD/VCR room, one for the communal game room, one for the communal computer room all the electronic devices out of my house, all the electronic machinery run with solar energy maybe I'd keep my own laptop? No, even that would be shared communally anytime anyone wanted to use an electronic gadget or view TV/etc, they would swap one hour of use time with one hour of community kitchen duty, or one hour of clean-up time, or one hour of community gardening time, or one hour of reading-to-the-toddlers/preschoolers time there'd be no limits on book reading there'd be no limits on meditating or praying there'd be no limits on walking barefoot in nature there'd be no limits on dancing naked in the moonlight there'd be no limits on star-gazing there'd be no limits on art-making, or music-making, or poetry-writing, or love-making
just a simple life Liora Leah |