Election day this weekend. (What? You didn’t notice? How? lol)
It’s hard not to feel bleak about the world lately. Here, …overseas, …the state of the whole planet, actually.
I’ve been listening to THIS BJORK SONG HERE on high rotate all week. That’s how I feel – pretty worn down by where things are headed and ‘craving miracles’.
It’s going to take some miracles to turn things around.
In the song, Bjork says:
‘My romantic gene is dominant
and it hungers for union
I feel the same way. I know my utopian ideas for how things could be are untenable in the face of how the world is – but I can’t help it. It does feel like a gene, like DNA…not just a choice or an affectation.
I hope people vote for the wellbeing of all New Zealanders and the land we dwell on and are borrowing from our children and grandchildren. I also hope after the election, whatever the outcome, people stay engaged and active and work together for positive change. The election is one tiny element of politics, not it’s zenith.
‘Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty.’ -Wendell Phillips