November 12, 2017, Arcosanti-
Conflict, like anything that exists, can only do so, when fed. Among the foods of conflict are ego, emotional imbalance and inattention to one’s surroundings. There were several opportunities for conflict to be nourished, over the past fifteen hours. No one chose to do so, and the most irritating behaviours of some among us, merely passed to review, for consideration in planning the next Convergence.
The Dreaming session did not proceed as planned. Suffice it to say that an activity antithetical to meditation and focus was placed immediately next to us. The Dreaming session’s organizers chose to carry on, in spite of the noise next door. I moved to a quieter area and spent the night in blanketed comfort and in intense dreaming, if alone. Arcosanti is vortical, in that respect. Those who stayed in the original site reported that the noisy group stopped their interference, right at midnight. They did not, however, dream as deeply as they might have. It is interesting, though, that no one persisted, beyond an initial protest, with regard to the noisy neighbours. Such conflict would have been the undoing of Convergence, which was hardly anyone’s wish.
This morning, breakfast took longer to prepare, than expected. No one raised an unnecessary ruckus, despite the lateness of the morning. This was even true when the mesquite flour pancakes proved a particular headache for the cooks. Those of us who really WANTED the pancakes accepted a batch that were a bit mushy in the middle. Elevation has its culinary drawbacks, extended time for baking being among them. Again, conflict didn’t happen.
I made several new friends, these past few days. Standing out among them are this morning’s breakfast companions: The men, women and children of Dharma Family Farm, who were visiting from their abode in Paulden, about an hour north of Prescott. It’s been awhile since I’ve had the joy of observing babies and toddlers, in serene parental hands, experiencing several aspects of their world. There are some very bright and caring folks coming up the ladder of life, in this generation named, by the Media, i-Gen. I will surely take the families up on their invitation to visit the farm, in the next few weeks.
This brings up one last point. At least three mothers openly nursed their babies. Not one of the five of us men, who were at the two tables, gave so much as sidelong glance. Our conversations involved the women, with eye contact-period. (For the record, I believe nursing is the most natural thing in the world, and one of the best health practices.)
Yes, conflict requires feeding, in order to exist. It’s time for a starvation diet.