Reading harold_maude's journal

You can tell I live in the city. Just sit in my living room and before the night is out, you hear sirens.
They seem to go on forever sometimes.

Tonight, there is a fire somewhere. I just heard an ambulance and then more sirens.
The sounds of a city, with lots of things going on.
Not events that are held in some big theatre or arena crammed to the rafters or nosebleed section making lots of noise and lots of other sounds.
No these sounds are the sounds that happen when people exist in a large group.

I hear alot of cars. We are close enough to one of the interstates that come through here to see the traffic.
At the same time I live with in walking distance to a spread out park.

Sometimes the city reminds me of what a work of art would look like if you took parts of a few pissaco's and threw in some salvior dali and added a few parts of any refrigerator art that you have or have access to. Something with alot of moving unrelated parts.
Each arguing their validity and why they are the most important of all the peices.
That's what the city reminds me of at night when I can hear it just outside at a relativly close distance.

There have been alot of helicopters flying over head at night here lately as well.
And then there are the sounds inside. Back ground noise in the form of a mix of dryer, the dryer still works...and some ambiant music.

It makes me wish sometimes that I had a portal that I could just walk through and be anywhere. I know that's the stuff science fiction is made of but, it would still be nice to have.

I'd have a place waiting somewhere, on the beach. With miles and miles of sand and the sound of the ocean and that wonderful smell. yes I know it can smell of fish really bad, but the smell that I'm talking about is that warm sea smell on a perfect summer day.
The kind of day that you keep in your head and it becomes sanctuary when everything in your world isn't where it should be.

I'd have a cool house there. A greenhouse too. And places set up like different kinds of gardens. A very beautiful japanese garden, with a waterfall.
An english garden with well manicured hedges and lots and lots of roses everywhere.
A roman garden with collums and steps everywhere.
And a vast pond that you could walk down underneath and see the world through the water above your head.
I'd have a couple of really huge waterfalls going on.
I'd have one be like the one in Hawaii that is like a series of glass slides...a thousand kisses on your skin...I think that's one of it's names.

The house would be connecting sacred geometry shapes, with stained glass sections so that when the sun would come to that area the rooms it was hitting would be bathed in different colors.
There would be several bathrooms with hot tubs just outside on a deck attached to the bathroom.

There would be a solarium where species of plants that needed to be kept alive and that the world is loosing through pollution and development and deforestation.
The greenhouses would be user friendly...everything edible grown in raised bed gardens at the perfect height so that anyone could garden there, even someone who is in a wheelchair.

Yes, to my utopian world I would bring people who are in wheel chairs, and kids sometimes too and their parents too, so that they could actually spend time with their kids doing somthing wonderful instead of always being on thoes grows called cell phones.

I would bring them a few at a time. So as not to disturb the peace there.
I would make sure there were drum circles and fires at night on the beach...

This is my utopian escape. And if by some amazing happenstance someone with a ton of resorces and money decited to show up in my life tomorrow and wanted to make this real, then I would make sure that everyone I know would have a chance to spend time there.
Leave everything that demands life of you and gives nothing back for just a little while so that you can once again get aquainted with you and what real rest can feel like.

The other thing I would insist about being there is that when you go through the portal and go there, that time would stop.
So you could stay for years, never age and when you came back, the next moment to this one would be happening.

I can immagine if this were possible, we'd all go there and never come back. Or maybe we'd just go there after a tough day and stay for 10 years and when we got back we wouldn't remember what we were so upset about.

How different the world might be if we could just stop and think before doing things in a panic or doing things out of anger or hate or predijus, or jealousy, or selfishness.
How different would our view of our purpose be if we could stop long enough to take a breath and get a good view of who we really are and what our best and brightest possiblity is.

Very often I have found that life and the grind of the demands that allow us to eat, stay warm and dry and have everything that modern life tells us will make our life more convient and better in the long run so we have to have it kind of thing, take away more of what is actually the most valuable thing we own, and that is the care and feeding of everything we are.

My utopia. But I know that utopias can only exist somewhere where the world can't get to them.
The first person with a selfish adjenda that walks into a utopia it ceases to be a utopia, it's money in the bank and make it something else.

So maybe it's a good thing when a person finds one of thoes places and keeps it to themselves.
Sounds selfish I know, but would you blame them?

I've a had a few utopian moments here and there in my life.
And a few places as well that I adopted as my utopia.
The truth is that when the people weren't there that's when they were perfect.

And thoes of us who want that, write about it, paint and draw and sculpt it, put it to music.
We create our version of it for the world to see.

I realize that for some, the city is utopia in some form. The perfect place.
And to thoes I say more power to them. Someone has to love the city, otherwise we wouldn't have all the amazing buildings all over the world that we do, and the art galleries and the fountians built of concrete and dreams in stone.
We wouldn't have libraries filled with the words and worlds of thousands of people who wanted and had something to say in a way that anyone could hear them.
And inspite of my idea of utopia, I do apreaciate what people have created who love the idea of city.

I've wondered sometimes, if dreams can be a door into that place we see as utopia.
That would be a nice dream, any time anywhere.
Maybe that's what over the rainbow is for who ever, that place that is their utopia.
Could be, maybe.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.