Utopian musings of a middle aged woman, pondering on the rhythms of the natural world.
As a child, I never really felt in place, I never fitted in. I spent my whole life, wondering how to remove myself from where I was at school and at home; I never felt I fitted in.
As a child I would sit under the tree at the end of the garden, and pray that I was beamed up somewhere far away. Not quite knowing where, but an inner knowledge of a higher place, where love and freedom flourished. School for me was torture. I hated most moments of it. The other children would call me weird and maybe I was, maybe I am, but nowadays I love and embrace the ‘weirdness’! During this time though I met some beautiful souls one of whom remains a dear friend still, 5 decades on.
At the age of 13, the accumulation of months of shouting out to the heavens to get me out of school resulted in a manifestation. A horse that I was riding duly obliged and threw me from his back, causing a life changing spinal injury. And sure enough, I never went to school again. Thank you Universe. However, there was a lesson about manifesting in this experience. I now know that one must put in the finite details otherwise you may get what you asked for, but in a way that might not be quite what was in mind.
Throughout my life there has been the feeling that I was dancing to the beat of somebody else’s drum. In fact in my younger years, I wasn’t even dancing; it was more limping to the beat of somebody else’s drum. As the aging process has ticked on and the crone phase (a crone is a wise woman) rises, in latter years I have begun to access my own rhythm and discovered that it was aligned with the rhythms of nature. I am a human animal, after all!
Now looking around on my morning walk today, I am acutely aware of the ebb and flow of the seasons, the rhythms of nature, everything has a natural order; the moon, the sun, the trees, the animals all working in beautiful harmony. Sadly, so many people are unable to access their natural rhythm, there is the perpetual nine to five hamster wheel forcing yourself into a job you hate, just to get a pension in order to be able to survive in older age. Children in schools pushed into moulds that they don’t resonate with as opposed to being guided in a way that works for them. It all feels so foreign to me. I am not criticising the 9-5 for those who enjoy it, I am merely questioning how many people actually do.
Is there a better way? Yes I believe there is. Will I see it in this incarnation? I am not sure, but there are indigenous peoples who are still living this way. Working with nature, respecting and honouring the natural cycles, not taking more from the land than is needed and lovingly caring for mother earth. Sadly these people are in decline as more of their land gets taken and western diseases and cultural differences introduced to their tribes.
We are blessed to be living on a beautiful and bountiful planet and I look forward to a time when we honour her, honour the food we eat that is natural and toxin free, where we live to support each other, never take more than we need and don’t harm one another. Living in love, respect and reverence for all that is.
Are these just the mindless utopian musings of a middle aged woman? Maybe, but you know, we really do have the ability to make this so. If enough people said no to corruption in governments, if enough people said no to profits driving health care, if enough people said no to toxins being sprayed on our food and depleting the soil of its nutrients then this utopian fantasy could be just around the corner.
As for me for now I will do my best to live by my creed, I am human, I might not get it right all the time, I might not do as well as others, but I will do my best.
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