Miles’ Musings

So they did jump off the seesaw and go into the woods. I must go and see if they have come up with a solution if not for us all, but for their generation. But which woods, and can anyone try what they are doing? And what if there are no woods? What about rocky and desert areas? We can go deeper by exploring implications. 

What it boils down to is living in step with nature. We can see it all online – growing vegetables even without soil, but with water – hydroponics to fit the modern age and its needs. Creating tiny houses, sustainability, eliminating waste. 

I’m in the woods already, and I shall go deeper and deeper, and be there to help and guide them should they get lost. I can write about it all. It will become a more brilliant work and I will have a more fulfilling career.

 xxx

 “I don’t do it anymore, but when I was suffragetting in Amerika I’d send cards to people and sign them from their casual acquaintances…”

“Why did you do that?” Engelbert asked.

“Just as a joke. A change from my serious side. When you’re always  writing  newsletters that have to be serious for “the cause” it makes a nice change to fool around.” Miles took the end of the plait she was sitting on and held it like a mustache under her nose. Engelbert laughed. 

“See,” Miles said. “Laughter is good for you. Especially when you’re always involved in serious matters and so much is expected of you.”

She’s right, Engelbert thought. I should loosen up. I want my people to love me, not fear me. Christmas is coming. I could send my cards that way. 

 “It’s complicated,” he said. “How do I know who their casual acquaintances are?”

Miles tickled her nose with the end of her plait. “Make them up,” she said. “They’ll never know.”

xxx

We Wickies know history and see how things can turn out. The pendulum swings and all that is true and sure was and is change.