I belong, for I am born here. My skin is the web between me, you, and the larger body of us. If us is truly we, then where is unity?
Where is the binding collagen and light/sparks of energy bringing the creation of me into each moment: whether I dance, hold myself, or catch a falling child. Invisible (like gravity) doesn’t mean it’s not happening.
This is not the fall to take without learning and practicing how to land. These ideas will truly change my life, and it’s not a mistake.
Clearly, in continuing forward, refusing to shift my direction ahead is killing the whales. It’s killing fish, birds and microbes. Science tells me this is true, yet the fairy tale persists: the way forward is to keep busy, keep building, make profit, just survive. This confusion results in that animated map I saw—a time elapse of the routes of ships in the Atlantic, a tracked whale (dot) being hemmed in by traffic of these massive ships.
Trapped with the violence of greed on organic bodies.
I sense feeling desperate or despondent about how far gone and far behind we are from making the necessary shifts—away from corporate economy toward a life of far less impact.
People have given up, have thrown up their hands in frustration for continued cycles of suffering, passed down through generations. They have submitted to images of chaos and loss from movies and culture, experience.
Don’t let numbness drive.
My body is willing and aware, when I allow space for what is and has been.
What I feel is real. Feelings are real. They matter. Feelings are energy, chemical, transmission centers, filling bodies and radiating sensation. Knowingness has existed since before recorded time. That’s not my idea. It’s shared with me. I share it.
The momentum of what is, what I know “living” and “life” to be is extremely limited and limiting. And these limits are time-spun illusions.
The rules are not functioning. Rules have been written with the unsteady hands of superiority. As a result, workarounds for rules, to profit, are expected and encouraged by the owning class, for the few. They are taught how to thwart rules and have money to get away with.
Some are required/ held to rules and some are not. Some are persecuted and locked away, some not. Fair? Just? Just what is.
What will be justice is when Earth is given back to herself—when reverence for her is remembered with my body. It will be necessary to listen with native and indigenous peoples, who speak her language, as always have. This happens when I follow wisdom which comes from Earth—with those who’ve found ways to healing hearts. Expansion of “I” is here.