The Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “coin.”
Write, no editing (okay I am dyslexic and do spellcheck).
I’ve been thinking about choices we make, how they impact us, how our minds can direct our attention. No, I am looking at the choices I make, how my choices impact me and those around me, and how my mind moves toward various shiny objects. Okay, both.
Politics is the great divider this season. I’ve lost friends over it,
and hope not to engage any discussion with relatives for fear of a long standoff.
I’ve stopped taking feeds from those I love or am friends with because I simply didn’t want to engage the beast of political nuttiness, which relies heavily on fear and hatred.
The lojong says, “Don’t be so predictable.” I hear Trungpa’s words all the time as I listen to the repetitive talking points from “my” party — no longer mine, as I am now wandering in unaffiliated territories — regurgitated, the fear behind the words. I think the fears talked about draw us away from the real threats. I believe the real threats are the death of the ocean, our mother, and massive pesticide pollution which brings with it a host of terrors to all life forms. I believe the real threats are wars-for-profit, which breed hatred.
This is different than when I was in my twenties and was uninformed. I am informed up to my eyeballs and feel as if there is not a damn thing I can do, seriously. Like watching a slow moving Mack truck heading toward all that is precious to me. And unlike most people, I believe we are out of time, and things must change NOW, not in 2020 or 2030. There is nothing logical about the choices we are being offered, there is much corrupt,
we are being asked to choose between, for me, two sides of a very similar coin for President, with one being a bit spit-shined, but neither has any spending power toward that which I find critical to the health and well-being of our planet. The nuttiness comes when I try to discuss the truth of the horror I see laying ahead, what is really happening here, versus the talking points most Americans are fed on a 24/7 news cycle.
I need my sanity. When there is nothing you can do (and I am doing all I can) then I must back away and simply enjoy my life as best I can, make moves toward a health planet when I can (though there are times I rally wonder about how effective it is for the life of our planet for me to buy organic, as i sit here watching city workman spray some sort of poison on the streets outside. It may prolong my life, and of course, intention is everything in the biggest karmic picture in all religions. Love my loved ones, practice compassion when confronted by hatred, paint, cook, pray. My prayer is that the world, especially Americans (who are behind other countries in grokking the planet’s pollutions), wake up.