Looking back or looking forward
I just picked out a few dates from my journal to remember the year we leave behind . . .
25th March
Everything is moving so quickly . It is unbelievable our world can change so quickly. I say our beautiful world of concerts and art galleries and libraries and all the enriching culture events and venues of our lives are closing . But something in me feeling nature is exhausted and lashing out like a cornered scorpion with the sting of its tail. It is saying how else can i save the planet . . . here i bring you to your knees be afraid very afraid . . go home hide away for nature shows us when we bring it to its knees it takes last resorts.
Cruise ships are floating out at sea and governments don’t know how to handle them
The cruise ship Ruby Princess is the symbol of the worst of them Of course our dream cruise feels like a nightmare now and thank goodness it was not planned till late April.
How quickly our writing has become Poetry from out my window or short walk around the block.
The inconceivable terror has arrived
not in the form of a hurtling comet,
not in the form of mutual nuclear annihilation
although that is still on the cards
it comes in the form of a microscopic bug
an invisible bot
it is impossible to see
like how one is unable to look at the sun
although it is shown for our imagination
as fiery-red spiring ball hurtling towards us
covered in spikes that look like treacherous hooks
to catch us.
it needs us
it cannot survive without us
it awaits on every surface
yet it is a whimp at the feel of soapy water
it dissipates like fairy floss at antibacterial whips
but thrives in us if it happens to get us.
and so we hide away
it is an unwelcome guest
it makes fear and panic go viral
news fake and real spread
before it around the world
faster than it can go itself
fear bursts out of its skin
like the entrails of an giant red kangaroo
spewed on the road
the vultures already there for the carrion
guns sales shoot up
panic buying
stockpiling
trust and faith a thin line on a far horizon
we huddle away
bunker down
4th April
Then we woke to its new name Covid -19
like one gets a nick name when you become on familiar terms
yet this name didn’t make me feel any more friendly to it.
Looking for answers it is hard to find them
when we can’t identify the questions
yet we grapple with one big questions
how are we so powerless
before a microscopic bug
how can something so small transport everything
we thought important to being irrelevant
can transform the world in weeks.
Were we really not prepared for this.
Was this really not beyond the realm of possibility
we have been living
as if everything bends around human will.
the economic markets revolve around us
we believe it iw one directional progress
we have been living as if we are immortal
invulnerable
now we will have to learn to live the ways things really are
that we are deeply, profoundly vulnerable
that we live in constant interdependence
and that all of the myths that we are caught in
that life is one directional
that the markets revolve around us
and that there is always someone else to blame
these myths are falling away as we write
Looking back or looking forward: Our choice!
Our rabbits from Watership Down may be looking back to the destruction of their homeland or they may be looking forward to the image of a new homeland, a new potential, a new possibility, a new vision.
Our rabbits have been travelling a challenging road of loss and pain and heartache which has intensified in recent months. As those of us ‘on the road less travelled’ choose to come together in heart, mind and spirit, if not in ‘body’ and physical contact we are connected with our focus, commitment, dedication and taking spiritual responsibility for our role in the world.
The sky ahead promises unconditional love and promise of better times with more love, gratitude, forgiveness and a sense of oneness as we make our choices, to align with hope, promise and the creative power within every one of us to build a world of love, a world where we can rise above the anger, greed, resentment, bitterness, blame, shame, guilt and fear.
Love and blessings to us all we embrace and nurture ourselves, our visions and highest ideals, dispelling darkness and despair in our hearts and minds. This is Mother Earth is healing and so are we.
The year is coming to a close
i have a whole dictionary of new words
some newly coined and some a hybrid of words .
It is a year that has changed us all .. A year of tragedy for many with to date 82 million people contacting the virus 19 and half million USA alone with 330,000 who have died . It has shown up the inequality of our world . and sadly it is being manipulated to be a pink pandemic with women and the underprivileged most disadvantaged.
Pressing forward is the resilience that Hildegard taught us . She was walled in as a young girl in an anchorage , she burst forth loving the garden and herbs and veriditas of nature. She was silenced from writing by Abbott Kuno and she found a way to get permission to write , then he silenced her from preaching, but she overcame that . She left the monastery leading 21 woman some not too sure to begin her own Abbey with warnings she was forbidden to take her dowries or have a priest for sacraments. She worked till those directives were changed . She completed her first theological treatise after ten years and built her Abbey on the Rhine gathering up to 100 women with their many gifts . She was invited to preach all along the Rhine. Patriarchy never gave up on trying to silence her and once again they found a reason to do so on her disobedience for not exhuming a person she buried . She wrote and spoke and warned the men only the devil silences the musical sound whose harmony is heavenly and they quickly changed and exonerated her. She won as a result of their fear of the wrath of God and superstition .
This year,
Yes, even this year
Has drawn to its close.
Buson
Fare thee well 2020.
