somehow, in Spirit Diaries, Jude Hill's online creative journey
a seed that has waited, dormant, cracked. what i referred to as Unspeakable there, speaks. In this beginning. And as i have believed for so long, once the seemingly unspeakable is given voice, it begins to transform. change. shapeshift. breathe.
There is the Great Law of the Iroquois, the 7 Generations. that speaks of the necessity to weigh every societal decision with the well-being of the next 7 generations. Oren Lyons, Chief of the Onondaga said "What about the seventh generation? Where are you taking them? What will they have?"
Exaggerated by the current campaigning for the presidency, i watch my country with such deep Grief. I feel alienated. I feel helpless. I feel great sorrow at what seems to be the choosing of blind eyes toward the changing planet. The denial of the Wounding.
amidst all the mainstream journalism, i found only this:
"The problem that we are seemingly unable to countenance is the end of growth. Today's system is predicated on the progressive conversion of nature into products, people into consumers, cultures into markets and time into money. We could perhaps extend that growth for a few more years by fracking, deep-sea drilling, deforestation, land grabs from indigenous people and so on, but only at a higher and higher cost to future generations. Sooner or later...we will have to transition towards a steady-state or degrowth economy."
guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2012/sep/03/debt-federal-reserve-fixation We can't grow ourselves out of debt, no matter what the Federal Reserve does Charles Eisenstein
The great Grief for me is that i don't think it will change. i don't think humanity as a whole is going to choose change, or, if suddenly there is realization that we Must, it will come too late. The planet can sustain only so much.
So, my question to myself is, How do I live, then.? and I Don't Know. Maybe all there is, is to express this Grief, to express the deep and abidingly fierce Love of this Earth in whatever ways i can find. with every breath i am given. Back again to that paraphrase of Clarissa Pinkola Estes
"stand and face what you know."
