In my head I hear my mum saying: "Choose your battles wisely..."
Since 2011 I have had one target...one red light in the distance that commands my attention and forces me to not waver or lose focus because when I do... I get lost in lesser things. There is quite literally a war on right here, right now – a war for reason, justice and truth: the very nature of the planet we rely on for every breath we take… is under attack and countless species extinctions forewarn that we too, are a fragile species and entirely dependent on the gifts of nature that sustains us.
Since 2011 I have had one target...one red light in the distance that commands my attention and forces me to not waver or lose focus because when I do... I get lost in lesser things. There is quite literally a war on right here, right now – a war for reason, justice and truth: the very nature of the planet we rely on for every breath we take… is under attack and countless species extinctions forewarn that we too, are a fragile species and entirely dependent on the gifts of nature that sustains us.
Pollution, poisons and toxins are in our water, our oceans, our farmed
fields and our air – nature’s ability to mitigate for the greed and
industrialisation that’s at the root of this, is not going to be able to
cope and maintain the balance needed for us to survive – if we don’t
join her in the battle and force power to shift from the dangerous hands
of those currently wielding it.
Right now, the ‘power’ is clearly with some greedy beast of a thing lying at the heart of the system of government and masquerading (quite badly) as 'democracy' - I can't describe it but it entertains industry/finance/business lobbyists ..like much-adored family and is deaf to 'we the people'.
It sells weapons to dangerous customers and turns its head when the collateral damage is counted in dead children.
It grips the controls of society and holds-fast to a fossilised past that fills its pockets and pleases its mates… favours, wealth and status pave over the cracks beneath their feet on a dying landscape.
It is old, blind, drunk on foolish pride and ignorant of reality… too puffed up to realise how small we all really are as a species.. in time.. in this beautiful, threatened place.
Deep inside me, a fermented, bubbling rage has been growing and I see it as precious and dangerous – not to be wasted on anything less than the intended target; I’m holding it back where I can – especially in the face of minor squabbles and tousles – this is vintage and for the bigger beasts that are fucking up a future for an entire planet's children ❤
Battles are a sad necessity in an unjust world ...but some battles are pointless and harmful in that they steal our energy/emotions/hearts and even our ability to then go on... the day-to-day calls to battle, to roll about with pigs or play fisticuffs with clowns… are beneath our honourable and urgent purpose. I do get my battle choices wrong… fail a lot and inadvertently drip-waste my rage on other matters and things but I’m learning little by little mum x
Right now, the ‘power’ is clearly with some greedy beast of a thing lying at the heart of the system of government and masquerading (quite badly) as 'democracy' - I can't describe it but it entertains industry/finance/business lobbyists ..like much-adored family and is deaf to 'we the people'.
It sells weapons to dangerous customers and turns its head when the collateral damage is counted in dead children.
It grips the controls of society and holds-fast to a fossilised past that fills its pockets and pleases its mates… favours, wealth and status pave over the cracks beneath their feet on a dying landscape.
It is old, blind, drunk on foolish pride and ignorant of reality… too puffed up to realise how small we all really are as a species.. in time.. in this beautiful, threatened place.
Deep inside me, a fermented, bubbling rage has been growing and I see it as precious and dangerous – not to be wasted on anything less than the intended target; I’m holding it back where I can – especially in the face of minor squabbles and tousles – this is vintage and for the bigger beasts that are fucking up a future for an entire planet's children ❤
Battles are a sad necessity in an unjust world ...but some battles are pointless and harmful in that they steal our energy/emotions/hearts and even our ability to then go on... the day-to-day calls to battle, to roll about with pigs or play fisticuffs with clowns… are beneath our honourable and urgent purpose. I do get my battle choices wrong… fail a lot and inadvertently drip-waste my rage on other matters and things but I’m learning little by little mum x
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