Owenegaut, the cave of the Morrigan.
I sat on my couch in the early hours of the morning, and cried. I cried for the state of our nation, I cried for the lies that are spoken, I cried for the hate mongering and xenophobia. I cried for the Muslims, and I cried for the under-employed youth of our nation. I cried for my friends who are Queer. I cried for Black Mothers who fear for the lives of their children, and the Native American who fight for their lands. I cried for the water in Flint Michigan, and all the waters of the world. I cried for the living, and I cried for the dead. I cried for those who have no dreams in sight, and for those whose dreams have been washed away in a haze of disdain.
I cried for the world, and the world cried with me.
There is a heaviness to our world right now, and many of us feel overwhelmed by the weigh of it. We are emotionally exhausted, and many are living in a low level state of fear; wondering what is to come next, how far will this craziness go. We know that the outside world is looking at our country like we have gone completely bat-shit crazy. We keep hoping that we will wake up and this will all be a nightmare, and we can go back to life as normal.
Well we cannot go back to life as normal, nor could we stay in the sedated place of non-action we have existed in for the last few decades. There is a sickness in our nation, and often as it is will illness, it must get worse before it gets better. Like a body fighting off a virus we must rise to the occasion, utilize our antibodies and take action against that which is causing us harm. This sickness is not something that came out of no where. It has been there for a very long time, under the surface, running us down. It was inevitable that we would come to a moment in time such as this, for a people who feel hopeless will often make rash decisions, and often those decisions will lead to crisis.
We are in a time of crisis. But crisis is not all bad. Crisis sheds light on that which we have kept festering in the dark. Crisis brings opportunity. Crisis demands action, pushing us off our fat rumps. Crisis gathers our neighbors, friends, and community to our side. It bolsters us, and melds us into a force of unity.
When a natural disaster hits an area, people come out in the masses, neighbor stands by neighbor, lending a hand where needed, getting the job done, without the regular bullshit of “I have things to do”. There is nothing more important at that moment then the crisis at hand.
We are living in such times. For some of us the storm has not hit close enough for us to get excited yet, to prepare ourselves for action. But it is only a matter of time, before even the sheltered hermits among us, must descend from the forest to see what the fuck is going on. Such times are meant for community to stand together, to unite as a force bigger then any one man or woman ever could be.