I can be the different man that I want to be.

Driving leaving a message for kent, I call him “buddy”. Why? Is everything casual and informal? Am I a low stakes guy? Is everything okay catch as catch can, unintentional?

I want to honor others. I want to honor the sanctity of relationship. I want to take the time, to be the time that stays and sets on their faces, their spirits and soul and takes them in, receives them. And recognizes their divinity in the infinity of this; our mutual mortality.

Oh yes, and fed my tree today. But why did I not drive up Saturday to feed her? Isn’t that my commitment, or will I just be a man who does what is convenient for myself?

Of course an environmentalist and myself will contend that driving 160 miles round trip with a petrol fueled vehicle to water a tree does dishonor to both the environment and to the legacy of the tree.

About noah crowe

I was born without a name. Later my family named me Noah Crowe. Crowe is my father's last name. I am an artist. Rather, I am a human being, seeking to know what I am. I am writing this blog to document my quest to know who I am in this world for my unborn son (and/or daughter). My father never passed on his journey to me, and I believe that it is story and ritual that informs our world; the worlds we live in, internally and externally. This is my way of giving myself, and my potential son, a window into this process of finding spiritual meaning and service in a culture that I find to lack the foundation of integration between the spiritual, the communal, and the societal.

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