December 2nd, 2008

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Citizens for Health -



This comes from Citizens for Health.  I read this and think of the soap opera my mother used to watch when I was growing up, As the World Turns.  Do soap operas still exist?


Citizens for Health:

  What we spend on health care now represents 17 percent of the U.S. gross domestic product.  It is the single largest sector of the U.S. economy.   The Congressional Budget Office says that health care costs will reach 25% of GNP by 2025 under current trends.

    Health wasn't always such an article of commercial consumption. Once upon a time, health was less a "thing", and more of a deeply personal, even spiritual practice.  In many realms of natural health, these features remain today.

    We're curious about how health became such a fundamental commodity in the marketplace.  As silly as it may seem, let's consider the history of soap as a metaphor of sorts that sheds some light on how this happened.  

    Beginning with the American Revolution, and continuing with the westward move across the continent, the American spirit was fiercely independent and self-reliant.  An especially simple example was that family soap was made and used almost exclusively at home through most of the 1800's.  In a sense, soap-making was one of the simplest forms of autonomous health care.  

   
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Robert Bly -



I am reminded today of this poem by Robert Bly found in his National Book Award collection of poems, The Light Around the Body (1966):

It is a poem protesting the Vietnam War, and still applies, unfortunately,  today.



COUNTING THE SMALL-BONED BODIES

Let’s count the bodies over again.

If we could only make the bodies smaller,
The size of skulls,
We could make a whole plain white with skulls in the moonlight!

If we could only make the bodies smaller,
Maybe we could get
A whole year’s kill in front of us on a desk!

If we could only make the bodies smaller,
We could fit
A body into a finger-ring, for a keepsake forever.






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The Season Begins -




I just discovered that my friend Mr. Fuji left three poinsettia plants at my front door.   My paper-white narcissus are stepping into bloom.  It is time to transfer from autumn colors to red, green, and white.