Preaching to the Choir

This has been a week of tragedy and its hard to get my head around anything else. As the story in Virgina unfolds we start to see yet another example of the absence of real mental health care as well as a failure for our school system to nurture our children. At the same time, there are people working steadfastly to second class women in health care by legislating what kinds of relationships they can have with their doctors and procedures they can access. This week I had to take a lot of deep breaths and remember to be present and mindful. These are challenging times as a kind of dark ages mentality eclipses the taken-for-granted season of enlightenment thinking. I'm taken back to my early college days and the words of Hegel, "...from where we stand we can see no land" these words became a mantra for me; they became a way for me to remember that the future is always ours to create. And so, it is with that that I'm surviving these days because I can see an alternative future to the one that is taking shape. I can us shaping a future of sustainable living, residing in an ethos of caring and developing a place for everyone in our society. In this future there are museums for guns and gas stations, rather than trees and butterflies. In this future mother wisdom will nurture us all.
Next week I'll write more about healthcare. This week I needed to purge.