Cloudy day – a bit of rain – my brain feels like it’s eroding.
I think this is all about a change in the weather – nothing much more than that – oh. Wait. Of course. There’s the usual bombardment of horrible disastrous news – end of the world as we know it – all that sort of thing.
It’s enough to drive anyone into a stage of overwhelm, which in my case seems to devolve into lethargy.
I have to force myself to be productive. I always do get the stuff done: the house cleaning, the shopping, the dog walking – whatever is on my list. But it sure does take a conscious effort. So much easier to just sit in front of the computer and play mindless solitaire.
That feeling of helplessness in the face of certain disaster.
I read a lengthy interview today with Chris Hedges, who I respect and who tends to be current with the state of the world. Yeah – we are f&^%ked!
And still – I drive into town and listen to a CBC interview with aspiring farmers – and I think, “It’s nice that some people live in hope.” Until I hear that they can’t buy farm land because no one can afford it any more, even in the Laurentians where there are no traditional farms. Costs of anything, especially land, have shot up into the stratosphere.
Have you noticed what happens these days as prices of consumer goods go up? They don’t creep by increments any more – they leap into space. Eggs go from $5 to $6 overnight. That’s huge! And that’s what’s going on.
Gloomy today – no cheery, feel-good post. I am staring down the barrel of a climate catastrophe gun and I don’t see how we can keep the finger of the military/industrial cartel off the trigger. We are ruled by psychopaths who care only about making as much money as possible right now and f&^ck the rest of the world. They’ve got their bunkers. We are collateral damage. And besides, they know they’ll be dead by the time true disaster strikes – let the children deal with it.
Where am I going with this rant? Will I be like Chris Hedges and leave you with no hope at all?
Perhaps.
I know that for me, I spend long hours looking at this big, bleak picture and then focus hard on what needs to be done now to create a life for myself and my family. And I get out and hike in the mountains – my saviours; my ladies in the sky. And I am propelled by this instinct to survive – we all have it, every creature on this planet.
Survive – for what? Only one reason – to do something, anything at all, that will help our dear Mother to be a better place after all this is done.
