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Are you a log or a crocodile?

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Are you a log or a crocodile? https://www.spreaker.com/episode/feeding-the-hands-that-build--71730334 We’ve been floating in the same economic river for generations, wondering why the scenery never changes. We talk about "Collective Work" (Ujima), but our pockets are leaking. Today, we look at the friction between our labor and our spending. In this Year of Ujima, why does it feel like we're still working for someone else’s dream? There is a tension between our desire for freedom and our addiction to the convenience of systems that don't love us. We want to build the nation, but are we willing to support the hands that actually feed us? It’s time to talk about the "Individualist Buildup" that’s clogging our community’s arteries and how to scrape it off for good. Call to Inaction: "The bird does not fly with another bird’s wings." — Release the need to borrow power from those who don't wish you well. What "convenient" brand can you sto...

Final Goodbye II- Running from grief

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Today Pepa died/ Should I be happy for him/ or sad for my lost?/ Thursday morning June 28, 2012 9:08am: Sitting at my desk preparing for the day. It is going to be busy with all of the Yoking classes I have this afternoon so I decided to get busy on this back log of paperwork sitting on my desk. While sitting there I decided to complete my podcast of the "6th tool". Phone rings, and I look at caller ID, and feeling of dread hits me. It is my mother calling, and I'm hoping that she does not have bad news to report about my grandfather: ha2tim: "What's up? Mother: "where you at?" ha2tim: " I'm at the office, why what's up?" Mother: Well I was looking for your wife, I called and she didn't pickup." ha2tim:" Well you know she never answer the phone." We laugh.... Mother: " Well I wanted to go by and pickup Gina (my youngest daughter), cause you know she tickles daddy." I get qui...