Dear Earth,
What to say?
On the one hand everything is dust and air and will continue. On the other hand we have our human awareness, our consciousness, our narratives and our struggles.
And then there is my womb and the little boy with his father’s smile who lives in my mind and asks to be born.
It seems the only thing to do now is to fight for justice, regardless of outcome. In the face of extinction this seems potentially incredibly naive and yet – what else is there to do in this moment with the weight of all human history asking for a reason to have existed?
So, I have put myself on BirthStrike and instead of making a family, I fight lovingly but determinedly in the hope we can achieve harmony in life before the disintegration of death brings its own kind of restoration and balance.
While I live I will give myself this meaning by joining the movement for love and unity where I am most needed – on the street.
I can see walls and roofs covered in moss and flowers, I can see my boy playing, I see you in love with us and we with you and each other.
Courage and compassion until the last,
Blythe