It Is Done

Lay down the swords, it is now time to weave a new story. Or pick up an old thread, a piece of the original mission of creating as a peaceful warrior.

Too much rage, for too long. I’m done. Acceptance as a lens even allows me a reprieve from grief that has always been.

We are reprieved too from the darkest depths of vitriol and treason that would have never shut off unless the toddler got his way. Now we are spared that.

Now we know who the majority of people in the nation are, illusions, delusions of grandeur can dissolve. Letting go of a small hope for a country who loves their neighbors by killing them so they can get their one inch ahead, or hands in the hells of power, I find this liberating. The possibility that All Humans are Created Equal under law could actualize is smashed. Another small hope gone.

“Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose” is true. Letting the foundations crumble, to continue shattering apart what generations of citizens have idealized, to strip those old identities of acculturation off our psyches, we are freeing ourselves. Taking our liberty back.

Patriarchy as a hydra headed system of oppressing ‘others’, colonialism dressed as civilization, is also being stripped. That’s why the monster is fighting so hard. Riling the mob reigning fear and manipulation this is a power struggle going beyond the dark ages the european continent. Fiefdom and corruption. Those ones who WANT steal, and say you’ll like it. ‘I want I take’ goes back further and farther in human history. Not infinitely.

Perhaps once upon a time culture practiced ‘I have I share’. Those who study the past say that there were times and places where people cooperated, collaborated and cared for each other. Evidence speaks to Mother people, the ones who lived in harmony with the earth, and their place in the order of things, agreed on within the community, the norm.

Anarchy, fighting the multiple fronts and systems for oppressing people, has to wear many faces. Choices about loving, having compassion, where to shop, about speaking truth—that we’re all in this together. Caring for the ones who slip through all the cracks is how we will save humanity. The power of we, returning to our root norms.

I have pared and carved whittled melted frozen chipped at a self who thought she was. Letting go letting go letting go, I feel lighter and freer for what’s next. Waiting for my call to action, not to leave, but how to stay, I have to also let go of my notion there is somewhere else to go. The seismic activity of this past week offers me a perspective of the work I am called to do here: find my way home in the community I live. Back to original mission, spiraled to now, creating as a peaceful warrior.

Seems as if democracy as a form of federal government is failing this country. Where I have landed, returned to, the people here are weaving safety nets.

Owning up that I do live here, claiming this spot as home, as a place to stay, not to leave is a big leap.