In the silence

In the silence of a Quaker meeting

During the silence of the meeting, in that deep and tranquil quiet, in that calm and safe-feeling and shared place, I became aware of what can only be described as that life-light that burns unseen, yet know if only we will but know it, within each and every one of us. I was also aware of it as burning in all the other people there, only in each one it was a different colour. There was a realisation that it was by each person letting their light shine and contribute to the brightness of the whole that the colour of the whole would be much nearer a pure white - the sum of all the colours of light being white, or, if you will, being pure or complete light.

The Air

The air has got stuck, which is unfortunate, as we need to breath it and now it is full of our own pollutants - all that exhaust, all those fossil fuel fumes - anyone might think we need to learn from this - but, hell, don't let it get in the way of our consuming.
Maximum business as usual and damn the consequences.

Take joy

Take joy in the nothing special moments of life, just in their being and their being so.

Women's suffrage100 years on

As we approach 100 years since Women received the vote it is sad to note how under-represented women are in Parliament, how small and lacking their voice is where it should be most heard. 

I think it is time for a radical overhaul. Every constituency should elect one man and one woman to represent it in parliament. At a stroke half of parliament would be female, and the voice of womanhood would no longer be echoing off the glass ceiling that has so far successfully stopped women from achieving equal representation, and more importantly, has stopped women having an equal voice in shaping this country. 

To achieve this reform constituencies would have to be redrawn, with each containing on average 200,000 people. This would produce a parliament of about 600 MPs, of which 300 would be women. End of problem. End of male dominance. The achievement of truly liberating equal representation at a stroke.

The other way has been tried for nearly a hundred years and has not worked. The glass ceiling seems just as firmly in place than it was, if not more so. Effectively, by whatever means, women are filtered out of reaching positions of power and influence, and most importantly, out of their rightful place at the centre of our democracy. 147 out of 650 is just not good enough after 100 years of trying. A meagre 22.6%, with only 4 Cabinet Ministers, an even more miserable 18%.

The life that is living you

The life that is living you is older than you, it has lived many lives before, passed on through generation to generation. Consider well its past and all the lives it has lived before it came to live you.

Ask what of it will pass on beyond you? Ask what of it radiates out from you?

Knowing this is to know that you are merely its guardian, its custodian, its keeper; it is on loan to you just for now from this planet that has let you be born and has sustained you through every breath you take.  

But an eye blink in its journey

The life that is you has lived a million lives before:

it was your mother,

it was your father,

it was your grandparents,

and your great-grandparents,

it was all your ancestors

back and back through time

until it was the first people;

and then before,

when it was not quiet human

but human becoming,

and then not so human becoming,

more ape,

more proto-ape,

more mammal that would become ape,

more early mammal,

more proto-mammal,

than anything recognisably human;

and then reptile,

and before,

even back to before any life crawled on land,

even back to that that swam in the sea,

to the sea microbe rich,

to many celled,

to single celled,

to the first life,

to the very seed of the first life itself.

We are all the first life grown old

with the passing through so many lives;

so many ways of being,

till,

just for now it flows through you.

What are you but an eye blink in its journey?

A sculpture by Henry Moore

Henry Moore (1898 - 1986): 

Large Upright Internal External Form 1981-2

Womb, coffin, embracing arms, protecting, foetus, man-to-be inside the parent, woman-to-be inside the parent, double womb, phallic and vulvic interwoven, cycle of life, conception, birth, death, renewal, eternal dance of being and becoming, nurturing, containing, love, child, love making, cycle of the child becoming in their turn the parent, enclosing, enwrapping, enveloping, procreative, fertility, fecundity.

There in all seasons, in all winds and weathers, in light and in dark, in moonlight, in starlight, frost rimed, mist wreathed, sun backed, wind whipped, rain lashed.

And the sheep graze and walk on.

I passing by on a summer's day with one I love, she saying some words, I others. I could see both the womb and the coffin, she only the womb. The sculpture's shadow now playing in my mind, it enigma's and ambiguities.