What is it I can contribute to lighten this load? Speak up and enter the madness? Be creative and write? Talk is cheap. Whenever the world comes close to the understanding that we are all part of a whole, madness takes over. We are not ready, there exists too much perversion to create a majority who leaves war behind and allows humankind to emerge each at their own pace. Our brains have to evolve further. That is, if we do not allow artificial intelligence to hiss humanity back into a reptilian state of being.
My way out of this senselessness is to unhitch myself. Unhitch from Facebook and Twitter, unhitch from the T.V. and unhitch from phones that force feed me like a cow is fed in modern stables for consumption. I need help, a shift from it all, a thunderbolt.
A wise friend, who lived through WWII, transcended into a life of love and compassion. Ninety years old she is never giving up on it or on me who became a recipient of her trusting presence, support and interest. What dedication fits my life? I hang on the crazy side.
I tell myself: “Today’s world needs boundaries as in tough love. Just as I have the responsibility to protect my own persona and soul, people and their cultures have the right to do so without infringement by other countries. I remind myself that in the past my articles on freedom and tolerance did not emphasize the notion of protection. Freedom deserves protection and tolerance requires boundaries.”
“Unhitch yourself,” I need courage to act out a new way of being, set into motion by sadistic cruelty in some areas on this planet. I surrender with the thought “Tomorrow the sun rises again.”
My true social platform is to stay in touch with family and friends, my community.
“Can I come and spend the night? I’d like to bring my guitar…,” my seven year old granddaughter calls. I happily answer: “Yes, music sounds grand. Come-on over.” Her three year old brother Gus comes too. I have been trying to teach him “green light Go – red light Stop.” He mixes them up. Smiling he yells: “Red light Go – green light Stop.” Sometimes he’ll throw in another color - Blue. When he accidently chooses Red light Stop, I proudly think he’s got it. What he really gets is the meaning of “Stop and Go.” The rest, forget it! Teaching boundaries is hard work.
I get the Green “Unhitching.” And as for the remainder: Oh well, it will follow, for now, let’s try NO internet, T.V., the Wall Street Journal, New York Times and Dutch newspapers – just for a couple of days- until grace, gratitude and courage help me to rise again and morph me into something new.