The Transition
I don’t know my future and I certainly don’t know yours. We are in an enormous transition, all of us, all over the world. I’ve brought a couple of things over from my London life, to keep me company in Ibiza, as my main companions, these days are the lizards (wiped out by snakes in 24 hours), a myriad of prehistoric-looking insects, plants old and new, and the sky. I never imagined for a second that I would spend so much time alone. Now, beautiful swims with a friend or two, carefully dipping toes back into life. Yet. Yet all over the world mass protests, which I feel frustrated not to be able to support physically. And yet also: my feelings in this do not matter. If ever it was time to set our privileged white people feelings aside, it is now. I’ve had some uncomfortable conversations this week. Yet. Those uncomfortable conversations are necessary. We have to examine ourselves and contemplate what each of us may do to stand against racism, in our communities and peer groups. We have to examine ourselves thoroughly. This is the year of personal and global examination. Things may no longer sit beneath the surface. The earth, the natural world, and the human world will no longer be silent. And yet , amongst the noise: the necessary, justified scream for justice, take time to rest, and to recover, because we are in this together, for the long haul, even when in isolation. No person may remain untouched by this. Where do you want to be on the other side?