Another two months passed and I find myself sitting by my keyboard again, ready to share some thoughts. How does time pass so quickly without allowing any time to sit around for some musing? Taking this time is a gift to myself. Connecting with my muse and allowing my thoughts to find grounding, is my medicine.
[And I walk the park with Jozi singing out of tune Ani DiFranco songs because it makes me feel good.]
JUNE was Youth Month. I was moved and made very aware of the path the youth of South Africa has carved and trudged. I am also sadly affected and concerned about the dangers and wars that affect our children and those that might be more vulnerable. [We all need to keep our eyes open, be willing to take action and remind each other that we see, hear and feel and so will stand guard for one another? ]
I feel strongly about forging a space for my children to be able to participate without the constrictions we put on them because of fear.
There seem to be a double standard in some of the things I teach my kids. I try to mirror and teach them manners and what humility and integrity means, and how one can live authentically without making yourself small. And then, on the other hand, I sometimes have these outer body experiences where I see how fear guides me to act crazy and fanatic and I see their little scared eyes, not adding up my behaviour, words and teachings.
I do see a hopeful space where the youth will have the opportunities to create a different way in business, politics and connection.
Life seems to work in circular patterns and motions, and possibly we should trust advancement to also lead us to what we actually need to survive and evolve as humans. The alienation brought on by the electronic age creates a need for human closeness and human interactions - even the scientists agree that our brains need it. Ultimately we change and recreate only out of necessity. Divine timing might actually exist and procrastination might not be so bad.
In JULY I had a few opportunities to connect with the 7deLaan fan base at the malls around Joburg and Pretoria. I took a day to build houses with Habitat for Humanity and SABC2. And to juxtapose that experience in Orange Farm I joined our cast and crew to wash cars in Fourways one morning. I realised once again how vast and diverse the country is that we live in. How people live and communicate in so many different ways. I was granted an experience that enlightened me in a way that was rather shocking, yet I felt my angry heart understand suddenly on another level. I wrote this poem and its about as much as I am willing to say about that moment in time, when I was hit by a rock while feeling at home but out of place working amongst fellow South Africans.
With Mandela-day passed and Women's day ahead, here are my thoughts: What if we allow ourselves the time to think before we react and rather make the effort to respond mindfully. Most of what happens around us or even to us, is not personal. Consider that we all have a story, maybe assumption could take a back seat? If we all act kindly and with generosity of spirit, believing that there is enough to do, to have and to eat - would our word and actions mean more?
If we settle on truth and look beyond our own perceptions and beliefs we might find that we all have a similar goal. Especially if we don't act from historic righteousness but rather from our own personal story that we write or play out everyday.
Acting not from our first thought or instinct but rather from a mindful space.... Could we possibly create a whole new world, earth in this way?
(This is only a possibility in a world of possibilities.
There are, obviously, there are many possibilities,
ranging from small to large, before long there will be short, before short there was nothing.
When there was nothing there was always the possibility of something, becoming what it is) -DEEP DISH Ani DiFranco