Suspended each in his bubble, questioning tomorrow.
Idealism is no longer in order, so many bloody examples have inoculated us against the dream of finally reaching a healthy, just, joyful and respectful society. Above all, no more dreaming?
Maybe one detail could change everything.
Rather than extrapolating, perhaps it is now a question of embodying?
No more theorizing, no more projecting on
society, to point the finger, there, across the street, at what stinks, what lacks justice, truth, benevolence…
The big change, the apocalypse, is not tomorrow. It is here, in the moment, in the attention, the effort that it requires to be benevolent, united and just. Authentic?
Questioning our mechanisms and our intimate drifts, observing our tendency to scorn, our ease in drawing labels. Dare to see that. To free ourselves from these mechanisms and the limitations they imply in order to gain our sovereignty. There, our power is immense.
How rigorous is it at every moment not to judge, not to compare, not to envy or to depreciate?
How can we want to have access to a just society if we are not fully just?
No one will ever be able to take that freedom away from us.
To love. To be great and open.
To be curious about difference, about otherness and to know how to taste a thought that rubs, that disturbs, that takes us out of the known.
Yes. To get out of the known!
To get out of fear.
And if we decided to make this great change now? In this offered time.
The state outside is also our state inside. Isn’t it absurd and unreasonable to ask our governments endlessly what we are able to create, starting from here, in our bubbles, at every moment?
There are bio-luminescent fish in the abyss of the oceans. Out of necessity, they create their own light…
I wish it with all my heart.
And I wish you a sweet, confined day.”
Sarah of the woods, of the hills, in the wind.
