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The Lone Wolf Lie: Why Your Private Bag Will Rot Before It Saves You

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The Lone Wolf Lie: Why Your Private Bag Will Rot Before It Saves You Drop the hustle-porn mythology. The predatory culture that sold you the "self-made" fantasy lied to you. It convinced you that hoarding paper in a gated enclave makes you bulletproof. It taught you to brag about your solo grind while your community’s economic foundation bleeds dry. Wake up: A solitary granary in a starving village isn’t an asset. It’s a target. Pull up a chair. Take a slow, measured breath down into that power center two inches below the navel. Let the tension out of your shoulders. We are stepping square into the sovereign green current of Ujamaa—Cooperative Economics. Our ancestors left a warning encoded in the Zulu and Xhosa proverb: Indlela ibuzwa kwabaphambili —“The path is asked of those who have walked it before.” And who walked it before us? The brave warriors of Guinea-Bissau under Amílcar Cabral, who taught us that true sovereignty requires returning to the source and stripping off...

Children imitate

No Ha2ku today/
just walkin with my youngest/
thinking about life/


Ok i lied, I seem to always come up with a Ha2ku. It is just a part of me now. I have to have something to keep me from jumping off this journey and just running to the rat race. I'm sitting up late planning a community program that i will be sharing with you soon. I am planning some amazing things, and I am using the "Player's Pyramid" as my guide to get it done. More on that later.
the idea that sparked me to write this late was my youngest son. I often forget that he watches everything that I do good, and bad.
In June he found out how to use the on demand channels provided by the cable provider, and he is practicing his reading as well. On a Saturday morning he was watching TV while i was getting his little sister ready to leave. i went upstairs to give my youngest daughter a bath. when I popped down to check on Cleve he had pulled up a free channel. To my surprise he was not watching a violent or nasty movie. He was not watching one of the many cartoons that he usually views. He was laying on the floor with his eyes closed in the corpse pose. I was was shocked then i looked at what he was watching he selected a kids yoga channel and was going through the work out. Now I'm not up on my yoga like I should be, but I'm on it enough to for my son to imitate what I do or would do. So I'm sending shots out to my son Cleve for teaching me a lesson. Be careful what you do because you never know who is watching.

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