Roads are built, motorbikes are sold, cars are aspired for, gasoline is needed, greenhouse gases are emitted, waste is created, solutions are needed, investments are made, manufacturing is ramped up, perishable resources are extracted, more greenhouse gases are emitted—wow, that’s a circular economy!
In the seemingly repetitive flow of monotony is a continuous unfolding, Life is happening to us while we are busy making other plans (paraphrased from Beautiful Boy, by John Lennon).
'Perfect as is', is a story about a gender-neutral mango that receives much attention till it grows ripe. Realising then that its personal image of a beautiful self was only perception, built on the way the world saw it, till it no longer did.
Natural wisdom may topple self-serving economic ideologies, while benefiting the wider collective. Would a simple act of good sense then become a seditious act of anti-government sentiment?
What is the true cost of our purchases? Aren't we paying with contentment, free will, and the privilege to exist as natural beings. Created by nature, converted by thoughtless consumption. Let's restore our agency.
When I look out the window and I see bright city lights, my heart hurts for under these very lights is the shadow of ignorance. Let's pledge to change one thing in our personal consumption cycle and walk out of the shadow into a starlit night.
Love, again is love from another perspective.
Three short verses, three verbs, one wish of wellbeing for all. The calendar year will change soon. 2020 will be gone, 2021 will be beginning. Can we begin anew, too? I have shared the verses or versions of on the instagram page of the environmental collaborative that a friend and I are trying to build: @wecareco.lab
Gora revealed to me the brilliance of an insightful mind in its delicate ability to untie the strings of complex inner journeys, with a natural simplicity that brings humility and therefore joy to the mind of the reader. I found myself surrendering to the beauty of an honest narrative that conveys insights beyond the grasp of the intellect.
Finding the feminine. For me this search began in my forties, when appearance, definitions, and notions about motherhood were all being tested. In trying to understand the feminine in me, I discovered the freedom of being afeminine (not in the dictionary yet, but it should be).