My mind is all over the place these days – having a hard time settling down.
There’s the pandemic of course. Somehow, I feel it should be affecting my life more than it is. But I don’t work (well I do – but not at a typical job) so I don’t have that whole “not-commuting-to-the-office” change to deal with. I don’t have small children to teach at home. Most importantly, I don’t live in a city or a town. So I’m not any more isolated than I ever was.
Even back in Cedar, I was living on a farm. I didn’t have to change anything I did. And I don’t now. Oh sure, I wear a mask when I’m in a store or at a gas station or buying things from the local farmer. And yes, Alisa is still in isolation in the basement until the weekend.
But largely, life goes on. I walk with the dogs – never meeting anyone. I hike or snowshoe with small groups of friends. We physically distance but otherwise, it’s still beautiful to get out there. The only difference is that we have to get more creative about where we go because the parks are closed. And yet, many of the best trails aren’t in parks.
I just hope that when this is all over that we don’t go back to normal because normal really sucked. Normal is the rich getting richer on the backs of the poor and the middle class falling gradually down into a new class called “working poor.”
Normal is our rights and freedoms being eroded. Normal is the planet being sacrificed for the purpose of billionaires becoming even richer. Normal is mindlessness and ignorance and the suppression of intelligent thought. It’s rigged elections and wars and more spending on arms than on people.
Normal is us versus them rather than all working together toward the common good.
Those are some of my thoughts. I only wish I had the faith to believe that this might all come to pass. I don’t have that faith. I already see disaster capitalism feeding at the trough of the pandemic. The rich have enough money to buy up all the cheap stocks and make a fortune. The rich wield enough influence with their bought politicians to get billions in bailouts while the rest of us struggle with employment insurance that barely and rarely pays for rent and food.
I have lost my faith in humanity.
I hope to retain my faith in the Mother – in her healing power.
I plan to be on the Mother’s side – work in harmony with her. Do my best. It may not always be good enough – but I plan to do what I can.