Do we take in the good, or still believe, when presented
with it, that it's simply not there, not real?

I was raised with my fair share of negativity; product, I think, of a heavy-handed religion which diminished any female's needs, never mind wants, and the doom and gloom of the cold war, diving under school desks to practice for when another country would invade us, drop a nuclear bomb, and how on earth were sensitive children to cope? How were any of us to manage, with annihilation looming over us?

So what did our generation do, but embrace the consumerist model,
buying everything we thought would keep us safe and comfortable, embracing money like an old ratty teddy bear, the more the better, while covering ourselves with fine fabrics and sturdy roofs the way we used to cover our small heads with hands up to our elbows to protect against some phantom enemy, oh, and how and what have we changed, in our collective human destiny? Have we not arrived at a similar place to that which we thought we had abandoned?

There was no roadside rubbish when I was growing up,
and I began to see it only with the wholesale appearance
of soda and beer in cans and bottles and then the plastic
revolution swept over us like a plague of locusts, and it was hardly
possible to purchase essentials for the home and body without it,
and despite recycling efforts by those of us from early on,
mountains of it threaten to crush our hopes for a more sustainable
future, and islands of it float yet in the Pacific or along shorelines
of nearly every beach in the world, clogging drains and causing floods
and requiring several generations to break down, while remaining
toxic to sea life, to all life;

One of plastic's great utilities was its ability to keep what it contained
fresh, flavors locked in tight, and as our lives sped up and up until it took most hours of every day to simply survive the mound
of bills and demands from the feds and state; who had time left over
to simmer and stew, to taste and savor delicious sauces and fragrances, while working full time and raising children? Surely we could cheat a bit, buying this or that premade, to lighten our load?

Then in rode the pandemic, forcing the whole world's people to stay
at home, reclaim, perhaps, a love of cooking if through bare necessity,
while we stayed inside with minds spinning, whirling, the ground
under us all uncertain, could something so tiny it was not visible bring humanity to its ultimate demise?

Lessons have been learned, surely, yet the luxury of fantasizing
a thing is real or false has become increasingly untenable, while
the country remains harshly divided, some pretending to the point of believing what they hear on network news, driving them under their own metaphoric school desks, causing them to freeze in place, not knowing how or if they could ever make the difference needed to right this sinking boat, while others of us have been reclaiming our sovereign selves, our inner knowing sharpening to liberate those inner promptings which could be called essence, shaking out the love, the hope, extending hands to help where we can, minimizing consumerist urgings, eliminating toxic products and practices, and now? Now we begin again. To breathe in. And out. Join hands across divides. And breathe.

Kohala cliffs, Hawaii Island ~ bj 2011