What if they wrapped your strawberries in celophane so that you didn’t miss the sweet, summer honey smell of childhood stawberry picking?

What if clothes and make up were just another kind of straight jacket to keep us wrapped in conforming shiny brittle shells of plastic?

What if the rush and busy-ness of earning was a drug to keep us from rembering that all that most matters costs nothing;

our loved ones,

the sun,

the sea.

What if the neat tidness of coffin and undertaker removes from our lives the imminent full stop which dares us to live truly and passionately with meaning without putting our dreams off?

What if money had replaced connection and exchange?

What if we have traded relationship for separation?

What if school were a factory of social conditioning and acceptable facts which left out the minority, the majority, the complexity, the fluid, rainbow, changing wild uncertainties and brilliance of life?

What if we understood that happy-ever-after is a story of lack,

a story that there is just one person, ever, for us to love,

if only we could find them and they find us?

What if governments were to crumble and fall?

Would we really face anarchy?

Or would we like the forest, form deeply rooted networks of shared care and resources?

What if instead of earning more, we just wanted less?

What if this

fissure

this covid

snapping

unwrapping

unravelling

were the crack

we needed

to climb through

the dense, dark,

cramped, crushing,

cold uncaring walls

of dead ideals and ideas

to find a softer, gentler light?

 

(Photo: Jon Lydon)

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Julie