Will the birds sing
on the last day or go quiet
humanity breathes its last breath?

The day of reckoning will be of our own making,
a day of cause and effect.

Mosaic by Helen Miles
[image used with the artist’s permission]

We often feel that there’s no justice,
but don’t reckon with the fact that we ourselves
are Mother Nature,
our actions of consumerism not a polluting disaster but suicidal madness,
un-inspected and never uprooted,
never taken self-responsibility for.

Self-responsibility seems too hard, our modus operandi is still to always look outside of ourselves, to science, to miracles, to big daddies and mummies, to fairytales, money, hope or even hopelessness.

Our well intended communal attempts at fixing things are too little too late
and still based on the principle of our survival,
rather than understanding Mother Nature’s love-full principles
of sacrifice and surrender,
proven by each birth and death of all beautiful, harmless temporary forms.

Humanity has often thought the world was about to end – but it didn’t.

…we carry on, making plastic and babies and merry and mayhem at the junction of knowing and acting, hoping for the best, as if the best is yet to come.

All the while the best is always right in front of us, as us, part of us, standing radiantly, glaringly obvious in our blind spot.

Mother Nature wants us, but doesn’t need us.
We need her and she’s exhausted.
She’s at her wit’s end.

Sitara Morgenster (written June 2017. First published now, January 2020)

The brave…
The fallen…

More like the duped and the manipulated, and perhaps the innocent and the naive.

Yes, my heart goes out to all men and women that were (or are) forced to do the most unnatural thing (and go fight and kill each other, and be killed, or at best serve that machine’s casualties), losing their lives, one way or another. Perhaps they didn’t “have their life” in the first place. They were forced by propaganda, social pressure and ideologies, “national pride”, or simply a desire for an adventure away from home, not knowing what they were getting themselves into.

Remembering war perpetuates it.

Humanity is not made for war and the sooner we forget about it, the sooner it will stop.
Whatever we give our energy to, duplicates. It’s a law of nature. Haven’t you noticed?

And please don’t say they “fought for our freedom”, or even mine. They did not! They didn’t even know what real freedom is. Why are we perpetuating that romantic myth?

They fought for the sake of empire building and differentiation. Perhaps we’re perpetuating this myth of necessary warmongering (some call it defense) because we haven’t tasted real freedom.

Sitara Morgenster

Are you comfortable with feeling uncomfortable?

Not something they teach you in school.

If your answer is no, you will find it hard to try new things and maintain an open mind about your forever changing self.

Your body pretty much unfurled and formed by itself as you grew from a baby into a toddler into a teenager and beyond. At the same time, your sense-of-self needed experience, knowledge and memory as building blocks.

Driven by your innate curiosity, you initially played with all colours, shapes and sizes. But you soon intuited your significant elders interpretations of your exploration, showering you with love and affection when you met the criteria of the tribe, and withdrawing from you with frowned looks and cold energy if you didn’t.

You’re a boy.
Pink socks? No!
Blue socks? Yes!

Disapproval rattles the part of you that wants to belong (it’s the lizard brain, stupid!). Approval unsettles the part of you that wants to feel full of life through adventure, risk, innovation and excitement.

The rules of the tribe become firmly embedded and your mind takes over the tribal arbitration as by osmosis. ‘I like this’, ‘I don’t like that’, ‘I am like this, not like that’. ‘I’ve never been able to eat peanut butter’, ‘I’ve always loved dogs’. ‘I’m shy’, ‘I like to be the centre of attention’, ‘I…’ You can’t try new things because you’re already fully formed. Set in concrete. Or so you think — and even feel.

Now try and change that.

Circumvent the internalised arbiter and the fearful people pleaser and you’re away. Short-circuit that fearful reptile part of the brain through the smallest acts of exploration, defiance, humour and creativity. Suspend the call for efficiency, be happy to bust your own myth of who you think you are. Don’t go it alone, but find or create a tribe that supports and encourages it.

Cliché or not, all boundary-pushing, eternally curious, interesting, eccentric, innovative travelers, cooks, thieves, inventors, entrepreneurs, knitters, entertainers, scientists, artists, lovers, happy sages and other brave humans have one thing in common: they feel uncomfortable but try it anyway.

Sitara Morgenster

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