“How are you?” “Oh, I’m fine how are you?” We walk our shiny shoes (imported from sweat shops across great waters) to our (mined) cement curb to fill up our recycling bins (with all manner of plastics & tins) that contained organic food (also shipped from across great waters & plains). “What a fine day, a little hot for this time of year, but doesn’t it feel good!”... 🌿
Daily we juggle our want for convenience &comfort with the reality of the harm we cause the Earth. Of course we’ll incorporate slow food, volunteer at the local grade school & pick up trash from our closest shoreline, just as soon as we have the time. No wonder pharmaceutical companies are in such a fantastic position to name their price for the meds that keep our outrage in check. What if we face, & voice our upset about this lunacy? Would the social fabric were woven into so snugly, unravel? Would we fall into the void? Would our friends turn away from our truth-speaking, not wanting to face their own paradox, our own undiagnosed, untreated collective insanity?
Perhaps a first step towards a cure is to voice our pain & feelings of helplessness about wars, homelessness, starving children, racial injustice, violence...living in a world controlled by big corporations where the wealthiest get even more rich on the backs of endangered species-rainforests-cultures. Where poisoned-rising-melting water, increasingly severe hurricane-tsunamis-drought-earthquakes whip our winds & our worry into such a frenzy that... we want to turn away. To pull down the drapes on the suffering of the world that we do cherish, & dial down the volume against this crazy-making, high-pitched dissonance around us. We’ve got some spell-breaking to do. It’s time we trade in pent up madness for some hope & collaboration. What if we made a pact to affirm each other’s frustration? Maybe it doesn’t look socially appropriate the next time “Hey, how’s it goin?” unleashed a pure stream of indignation & truth-speaking from your heart. But after it all washes over your witness perhaps you’ll hear “You speak my mind sister, now what?” •written by Barbara Dickinson from the We’moon 2018 book. Thanks again @hbmona 😘