Stop this thing and let me off. I think I’m on the wrong planet. Ever feel that way? I have, like forever.
George Harrison, after the Beatles, said,
“Sometimes I feel like I’m actually on the wrong planet. It’s great when I’m in my garden but the minute I go out the gate I think, ‘What the hell am I doing here?'”
He found his own tribe, and it wasn’t “out there” in the material-obsessed world.
I have found parts of my own tribe in unlikely places. Other countries, the backcountry, and in the club of people who have never joined clubs.
“What about those of us who just don’t fit in, who feel as if we were born on the Wrong Planet, or in the wrong time period?
Where did we come from? Is this a whole counter-culture that’s new to the planet, moving us forward? Have we finally reached the Age of Aquarius? Is it now?
Is the moon in the seventh house? Has Jupiter finally aligned with Mars? And are we right now getting ready to see mystic crystal revelation where love will steer the stars?
There have always been people who see the world differently from everyone else. And there always will be.
If you’re one of the ‘chosen ones’ then you come from a long line of Gypsies, tramps and thieves, of rebels and revolutionaries, of pagans, infidels and sceptics.
This is your heritage, and you have much to be proud of.”
I happily found more precious tribe members when I started blogging in this space.
Thank you to everyone that has made this such an amazing experience for Linda and I. We are grateful for what you have added to our lives.
Going forward into this perpetual state of emergency it is going to be important to know your tribe.
Who are the people you can ride out these tumultuous times with together? That will enhance your surroundings with joy, music, dance, and laughter?
Also, food and support when the going gets tough.
How is the search for your tribe going?