i want i want i want

her: "if you don't play the game right you will mess up the scenery."
me: "what scenery is that?"
her: "you will ruin the scenery of the whole house of your life and the babies. and the baby will drive you crazy and i will have to say calm down... calm down."

it was cute and confusing and i jotted it down on a scrap of paper. last night we were cleaning her room and i ran across it. as i read it again there was so much more there than just a childish rambling... i believe these lil creatures are born with the wisdom of the universe. it is conditioned out of them. we spend our adult years searching for the thing we were born with. searching for what was lost. stolen. defiled. searching for our birthright.
seems to me this conditioning really begins right around the kindergarten years. unless... of course...
she will be five in four days. she wants to go to school. she wants to go to kindergarten. she wants a folder. stars. she wants to visit a prize box and ride the bus.
what to do? this is the scariest thing i've faced to date. i dread it really. we hate the institutions. paticularly the institutions of the US social system. the guvmint as such.
i want to move to Guatemala. i want to live within a tribe. i want my children to grow up knowing their place in the community. to remain in tune with the swirling great. souls barefoot all the time. we are far enough away from this now... searching.
i want to give them the world. the waves. forests. sand dunes. endless mud to squish. swirling. spinning. freedom.
not a box. a plastic box of snotty nosed kids. snotty nosed kids tuned in to boxes of false images.
i want to say don't grow up. don't fall into the box. don't lose that gift. don't give up your birthright. don't... please... don't ruin the scenery of the whole house of your life.