I think it was early memories of communal San Francisco, counterpointed with this entirely different, enclosed reality, full of secrets unworthy of being such, that gave my thought process its dynamic tension. Thank god I did not retreat into my suburban box––as so many did––and give up on trying to process and understand others' reality.
How do I interact on a daily basis with people much richer and poorer than me, in meaningful ways? The skillful traveler sets in place a construct that preserves alone-time and space, while providing gaps for productive communication, bridging cultures and viewpoints. The realization that we are interconnected and that the current system has in-built "tragedy of the commons" greed levers in place, has led me to formulate fabric.
A capitalist construct that uses money transparently, toward GNH and sustainability goals––I won't reiterate (thank god).
Like the flute music I share with countless musicians and people with ears, I have not kept the fabric idea hidden. Even if someone takes it and runs with it, which happens to most worthwhile ideas, I will not stop sharing it. Because it has no chance to fly unless out of that shell, from which (to paraphrase Leonard Cohen) I have tried, in my way, to break free.
"I'm just putting together a little "jam-convo" collage from the Boulevard in Dumaguete, with Ramke and Malka. It is pretty exploratory, which is what I like about first musical encounters. From tribal meanderings to Blackbird, Bob, and of course Sunday Morning."
Ramke Samadhi is the Bolo Bolo Roots band leader, based in Surigao and Siquijor. Malka Shaver is a Silliman University student, who happens to be crowned Ms. Dumaguete (photos purloined from Facebook).