My brother and I used to play a game when we were supposed to be going to sleep. One of us would suddenly shout “I have dibs on everything in the whole, wide world!” Then the other would ask (or beg) for something, usually a garbage can so, like Bugs Bunny, we could dig a hole in the ground hidden under it as our home. Crazy, I know, but typical of young kids. Next would come the pleading for more to live on: food, baseball and bat, a fishing pole, a book or two—I don’t even remember what else. We’d pile the things we were given on our bed—imagined as a ship out on the sea—and soon it was overflowing to the point of sinking. When we were tired enough, our newly shared wealth falling to the floor and the world somewhat back in balance, and we’d drift off to dreamland.
Of late, other “boys” have been playing a similar game but in ways that end not in boyhood dreams but in nightmares. When I hear my neighbors complain “taxes are too high” or “why can’t we fix the potholes in the roads,” or see the unhoused and hungry come into the community lunch, I do my best to remind them—and myself—there is actually plenty—an unimaginable abundance, in fact, as evidenced by the world around us. At least in that part of the world we have not destroyed through greed. But when a few dozen holler “I have dibs on everything…” and don’t play the game fairly, we end up with this crazy, changing world we anguish over every day where too many go to bed without anything.
How we get to equity is bigger question but we can start by stopping lying about the facts: there is enough, more than enough, for all, when we share. It is a sweet dream, one that I see validated every day both in how most of us are with each other most of the time and in the stunning abundance of this great green world we live in, even if now, in too many ways, so out of balance.
We get to where we all want to be by looking out on the horizon at the way markers—honesty, love, thankfulness, respect—and, of course, VOTE for the same in every day in every way possible.
Still Learning To See 
John, thanks for your beautiful photos and the reminder that there is enough. Right now the world, and many people in it, feel so incredibly out of whack to me. Maybe the challenge, right now, is to have courage to believe that things will be okay.
Love,
Kate
And to be honest about why things are out of whack. Between the 1% inequities and the obscene military budgets, which protect none of us, our tax dollars and income has been diverted, leaving many hurting badly. We need to remember why we are where we are.
Amen, brother. I know th