Life-Changing

You never know what is going to happen…

I find it fascinating how most of the time I just trundle along from day to day, even minutes to minute, even though I know, and accept, that we never really know what is going to happen. This trundle isn’t necessarily comfortable, as I’m passionate about social justice, or injustice as it is for far too many, and climate, and above all not just passionate but relatively well informed about the gross inequalities brought about by the world’s monetary system (huh irrational human created economic muddle). So my trundling includes difficult conversations, as well as self-care, and my fun times with family friends and creative writing and laughing at self. Etc.

Then, life-changing event. My sister has suffered a severe stroke. And now I feel the reality of the something that pushes me/her/others to see the limits in a new world that has indeed changed for her, and for all of us now sharing and caring.

And how I’m thinking/feeling how it must be for all whose lives change, unplanned, caught by the trials of war, floods, fires, totally awfully thrust into change. Here, in one small space, there is kindness from strangers. The life force of caring and sharing exists too in the displacement camps that accompany wars, as does that other life force that is too keen to start the wars in the first place.

I’m occupying boredom, sitting semi-attentively in my sisters’ hospital ward, knowing little and grateful as well as very sad for this particular change. There is no profit in measuring the suffering of different kinds of events, just let care find its way. There will always be life-changing events in the journey of life towards its dying. I just want all those who rabbit on about stuff like immigration, or justifying war, and gross self interest, to catch themselves on somehow, and stop. Stop. We will see, feel, experience enough change, let’s be kind. (Takes effort, so start now). I wrote this a long time ago, relevant for me once again.

On being an Eye Witness

Eye witness

without consent to be a part of this scene

I did not ask

and yet I am now here

which is not the place where I was coming.

So, I didn’t know.

So, what has know to do

with living,

seeing, feeling, taking in this world?

Not a lot.

So what is know?

Unexpected witness perhaps.

Truth and apprehension.