born of the wild city
it feels like such privilege
to be living in the middle of nowhere (I discovered there is a Hebrew expression for 'the middle of nowhere' which goes 'soph ha-olam smola' which means at the end of the world turn left. which describes us perfectly & literally)
also, in this exact spot I contemplated the nature of privilege. shouldn't it be something sort of opposite to what it is often perceived as; something earned, available to all who rightfully deserve it, in abundance? and same, for power. power should grow in the service of love- amplified in unity and equality. it seems to be used to stand for a tyranntical insecurity that passes as being 'in power'. but I don't want to diminish the relevence of how these words are currently used quite often because much empowerment runs there too. I just want the mess to end. you know which one I mean. may the kings and queens within and among us rise now. the emperor is the empowerer.
i think we get rights and privilege mixed up. this capitalist ant machine and her corporate person... but economic and legal distortions can reflect deeper distortions in our perception- of who we are as individuals and as a tribe. we are called to stand and speak and sing for what matters most. before we even risk losing it. because we simply love it. in joy, celebration, how utopias roll
two deer watched as I took pictures of this sunset. I watched them too, wondering how to best befriend a deer.
I then walked an hour through the twilit forest - boots soaked and playfully wondering if the footprints headed my way were from my future self. (image from Dec 24th, or, Christmas Eve, the eve of the return of the light day) (&a bit moar- @ the winter solstice- celtic yule- the sun spends a few days sunk in his trough of dark- it can seem he isn't moving and if you check the length of days they increase only a few seconds for about 2-3 days. this might b key time to become quiet and approach our own darkness. but it seems it has become a hazy neon stress sprint of shopping. the holydays. but we distract ourselves. on christmas, the sun begins his ascent and the light is born anew for the yearly cycle)