This is a dangerous moment, a moment when the burgeoning new life within the collective can not only get sidelined, not only squashed, but turn profoundly bitter. Futility could set in. We could give up. Will we?
Now that Bernie has “endorsed” Hillary,
In this rigged system,
did we ever doubt the outcome?
Were we, once again, hoodwinked into thinking that a single individual could alter the course of history (his story)?
Do we still need a savior, the proverbial “white knight,” coming from afar with eyes blazing to rescue us from our own denial, willful ignorance, laziness, distraction, and refusal of clear focused intention backed by action?
I resonate with peace activist David Swanson’s anguished piece reflecting on the Bernie Sanders phenomenon that aroused the youth into passionate political awareness, and its likely cynical aftermath.
And yet, Swanson’s response, more sit-ins, protests, demonstrations, etc. against the prevailing order — do they not feed into the same cultural framework that morphs every event into something for or against something else?
I would rather sit here, in my own midwestern locality, feet on the beautiful growing ground, head open to the sky, cultivating both in my own heart and in the human and horticultural abundance in which I am immersed, the kind of invisible atmosphere (spacious presence, frequency field, setting, context, frame) that feels so glorious and full of abundant possibility that it sucks that old polarizing world into its beautiful maw and dissolves it into a billion sparkles.
Meanwhile, of course, do participate in the political process, especially on local levels, where the rot of corruption is not as advanced.