Dear Participants of the UN General Assembly: The last few days, I'm in a funk.
According to Dr. Oz on the Oprah website that's fine. I can take some macca or some ginseng. According to Maureen Dowd's Op-Ed from September 19th in the New York Times, it's to be expected. Overall, women aren't very happy these days. The global recession is causing stress all over the place. According to Dowd women are, for the most part, generally more unhappy than ever before. Well, the intuitive aspect of this is that this won't change for a little while and the simple truth to this is that women can't be at peace when mother earth is stuck in the straits that she is. Stuck inside an unchecked system that is dominantly patriarchal and misogynist there is no way that a human gendered "female" could be happy easily. It's not a decision, it's the systematized squashing of all that is female.
So what is metaphorically or archetypically female? Well, the ocean and the land. Gods might have ruled the oceans since the Greeks but they didn't embody her power. The land itself is female, La Tierra, the earth, she's a woman, too. I bet, like Bell Hooks, once did, she's wondering when her inclusion might finally come full circle.
The economy is a construct. We choose to participate in a system of flashing numbers and devaluing currencies. We participate with those who charge us ridiculous rates of interest that even in old Rome they wouldn't have charged. I recommend Oprah starts teaching people about the term "usury." Maybe she will. Of course then she'll need to explain that the economy is a construct and that by changing the construct we can put people back in homes. I don't know if that will help her sell soap.
However, the construct reforms itself that's only part of the problem of the house of cards. The earth is not, not technically, a construct. Some Buddhist somewhere could debate this with me and I'd be happy to, but for our purposes let's get to the heart of the earth. She's here and she's hollow. She's topsy turvy. You think watching your wife or your mother go through menopause was tough imagine watching the earth. She will no longer be producing food for you, offering you amber waves of grain. She's done. But this is perhaps less like normal menopause and more like a radical hysterectomy.
Women are unhappy because the very source of all nurturing is being destroyed. Women are unhappy because the systems are leeching the big mother of her power. We don't even let her teach us the lessons we know we should. We seed clouds. And we as a public said very little when they did it in Beijing last year. At least we got to watch our favored Olympians compete. What a sham. The flame ceremony was conducted by some actresses because there are no more pagan priestesses. That's the problem, you have no priestesses, you have no power. You have not made a dent. All you have done is better participate in a system, that at it's core has your destruction as its basis. This a call to all, not just women. After all, were you hatched in a lab?
So, I vent a little and imagine that no one reads my blog. I am content since I'm scared of this voice that fires up inside. I like men. I like logic and exploring theories. I like systems and I like taxonomy. It's fun. So, men and women together forge balance and masculine and feminine entities forge balance. The big problems we face now is understanding our blind spots. Saving the earth is saving our economy, saving the earth is reducing cancer and averting the emergence of an even deadlier flu. Saving the earth is reducing the need for chemo, gene and every other therapy. Saving the earth means giving up some of our neuroses for simpler living and less addiction to media.
Saving the earth is returning solid seasons to our children so that one day they can listen to Vivaldi and truly, deeply, intuitively understand the beauty of cycles. Life and death are found inside a woman's womb, that is the deep romantic truth of all that happened in Eden. So now, like in a fire: stop, drop and roll. But instead of a fire imagine a slope of grass that smells like spring and you're rolling down it like you did as a child. Remember the smell of green and the ribbon of blue sky starched by the sun as it warmed and held you. Stop, drop and roll into something truly new.
Thanks and enjoy your stay in New York.
;-) Respectfully, Just another person.