It has been a long time since I have written here…I think its time to wake up this muscle.
It is a glorious morning. I woke up to find a thick layer of mist lying low on the levels, the mumps and bumps of the hilltops peaking through. The mist has given way to a clear, blue, cloudless sky. A bright Winter’s morning invites me to set foot in the crisp, white, frosty fields. Opening the door, I was greeted by a songbird welcoming me to the day. The garden is bursting alive with birdsong, a live-stream of twittering and cheeping, from my garden friends. Life is good.
My awareness turns to my stomach and solar plexus, alert to the growing discomfort of these last few days, I have been obsessively following the actions of the regime that is establishing itself across the seas. Fearful that with each new action there seems to be a retreat from the world I was longing to create, that is conversely provoking uncertainty, unrest, threats, disrespect, inequality and separation. It feels like a global conspiracy to undo the humanitarian efforts we have been working towards in the world to create peace, justice, equality, shared wealth, accessible, comprehensive health care, to be compassionate, tolerant and inclusive, to undo the environmental damage and stop global warming. And yet with a few signatures and the careful manipulation of the world’s media, we are slipping into a time that feels familiar and yet advances into a precarious world of men, determined to create a new / old world order, armed with nuclear codes, and a thirst for oil.
I try to remind myself that fear is what men like this and regimes like this survive on.
There is a curious balance to be had here.
How do you hold both the fear and the hope?
With each new waking moment we get to breathe hope or fear into consciousness. The more fear we breathe, the more that is projected into our reality. Our collective dream creates a fear reality of separation and injustice… how is it that across the world we have enabled narcissistic, fear-based, megalomaniacs to rise to power? It can not be coincidence that this growing tide is happening around the world. Powerful autocrats climbing up through their secular or religious propaganda machines of protectionism and isolationism. What is the root cause of this instability? What are those that support this tide longing for?
What if there is a deeper truth outside this illusional life of fear we are choosing to create, the one that awakens us each morning to call us into its beauty, abundance and potential. What if this life, which sits outside our collective ego of separateness, is the true reality, and does exist and will always exist, whether or not humankind can see it, or is awakened to it. What would happen if collective consciousness tuned into that? What would be the dream then? What would you dream? What would it look like if all there was, was love?
So perhaps it is time to remind myself to tune into what is here now. And Now. And Now. I invite myself to wake up and contribute to and grow the collective consciousness of hope.