I have spoken quite bit about the trauma and drama of April into May of 2017. I find myself unexpectedly looking a life that feels as foreign and strange as if I have been teleported to MARS.
My pithy but powerful motto–designed to both inspire BLESSED UNREST and to help hold perspective–has been this:
“If you have a roof over your head/a closet to put your clothes in/ and a refrigerator, you are better off than 87% of the world’s population.
That’s a statistic from the Awakening the dreamer Symposium:
Years ago, Bill and Lynn Twist designed this powerful program, holding an expectation that Americans would awake to the hypocrisies we live with, with respect to our ecological/ environmental/ spiritually ignorant/ and social justice issues for this world.
But WE DIDN’T. And instead we elected an absolute ASSHOLE Hell bent on accelerating our downfall.
Okay. Whatever. Spirit let me experience a “fall” down to having NONE of those 13% of privileges that most AmeriKKKans enjoy. No fridge. No roof. No closet.
BUT I STILL HAD MY CAR, which probably kept me from totally imploding.
” Rogue, by itself, has been used to refer to an elephant that has become violent (either from being separated from their herd, or because they have been injured) since at least 1835. When ‘going rogue’ was first used it had a fairly specific meaning of ‘behaving in an erratic or dangerous fashion.”