Sleeping it our cosy beds at night, sitting upon our chairs or sofa’s in relative comfort…..do we realise that’s what it is? Does gratitude for the cup in our hand, with it’s steaming warm beverage exude through our pores? The medications that keep us in states of well being….physically, mentally and emotionally. Our whole bodily systems, indeed functioning as the web does second to second without conscious thought. Are we acknowledging of them as blessings?
Let alone the beauty of the nature and sentience of our capacity to place bare feet on the Earth, or see sky unpolluted or dim of pollution’s haze, overwhelming light coming only from the moon?
Our relative warmth as humans that encourages a stranger, or beloved to share kindness and general attitudes of supportive assistance when we are lost, vulnerable, or wounded? What if you were born, or life created you an award winning fuck wit…..hostile, angry, bitter, aggressive. Few would respond with anything other than disdain, and we may be only a few steps away from Maslow’s triangle’s unravellings....
He placed ‘home’ at the base of this. Homelessness, without choice, without a sense of belonging…..is only a few arcs of circumstance away from us all, including we who dwell in places of relative privilege. Out of war zones, or are we? Even if our screens keep it seemingly and conveniently at bay, or distant?
Yet I do not aim to plant seed’s of fear, there’s enough of that going round, but GRATITUDE. Great attitude….there’s a word game pondering….ha!
I’m not lecturing to anyone, if not myselves, as I type this in the dark alone. After the passing into spirit of my beloved feline familiar, who has been my companion for 25 years. Mayhap more. My relationship to time is a bit iffy but to her strong. Even now echoing in her face beside me, that purrs and says determinedly, ‘thank you for taking care of me (she was gently assisted in passing peacefully in my arms, to classical piano and whispered loving words, well loudly spoken...she was a bit deaf by the end), please do the same for yourselves’ In this time of grief. Grief and greed distort. Wounding, grief and greed…..beware….be-aware.
I have just woken from a nightmare, where gratitude didn’t exist in me, and I was in the base of Maslow’s triangle homeless and without possessions. Not even a frock, a decent jumper, let alone a phone. Apart from a certain degree of creativity, from which I could divulge sketches to sell.
As I gazed, thinking of the upcoming winter at a caravan sales lot. Beyond my means, let alone paying for the un PBS (Pharmaceutical Benefits Scheme) subsidised medications that could keep my sanity (‘scuse using the ‘s’ word) intact. I have no scripts, no ID to prove. There was no computer ledger or record of me….
How long will it be? I wonder from my fallen state, before I am crazed and fragmented, eaten alive by my own biochemistry sabotaging my perceptive states? Frightening events to have looming on the horizon, as many on the planet do? Mama Gaia, where did your child go astray? Award winning fuckwit? Humung bean?
Am I in the USA, Gaza, Sydney this nightmare didn’t specify, does life?
Do I even have drinking water, base line medical treatment, let alone access to herbology (although some 70 % of the worlds health care is provided by women in the home utilising plants I heard The World Health Organisation quoted, largely due to need and tradition) a meal, a blanket, some form of distraction like a book, writing gear? Do you? Could flood or fire take it away in a breath, I’ve tasted n seen some of the ravages after the fact and that’s a frightening experience. Does our complacency in our comfort replace our vision and senses acknowledgement. What of a safe space? The stars, campfires of the ancestors blink down upon us all, wherever and whatever our circumstances. Crying for our children, our Elders, ourselves, our land and the sentient beings we share her with, who suffer. We have enough for all. So how is it not shared? Back to wounding, greed and grief….
I’m not really into holding hands in a circle and singing of pieces of peace, and I don't injoy politics. I am an award winning fuckwit remember, and not real grand at group dynamics, but could perhaps be convinced by that determined organ that pumps circulating life blood through my veins 24/7. Which in the chakra system is green like the plants and centred betwixt our breasts…….
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