It’s a conspiracy.
It’s 3am and I’m not sleeping.
Of course, it’s a conspiracy.
We’re not talking Bill Gates or 5G or the Knights of Templar here.
It’s “conspiracy”, as in collusion, mutual agreement; collaboration even.
It’s the power of the word:
Something has to change.
Things can’t go on like this.
It has to stop now.
Have these been your words?
These are the words of people who believe, for example, that climate change is real and it in fact a direct effect of human action; the words of those who tend gardens, who keep secret shrines to the goddesses we worshiped in those centuries before we began to believe we were a greater force than nature. These are the words of people who can’t bear inequality, who are horrified at the mass sacrifice of human life for the sake of oil or land or power; whose fits of empathy have sometimes brought them to their knees; who have held more in their heart than they imagined it was meant to hold and who have discovered that, even broken, it has an infinite capacity. These are the words of people who’ve watched ripples spread out from a stone cast in the water and have thought about what kind of stone they would be and about how there’s no separating the stone from the sea.
These are the words of people who are doing some hard work right now, who are carefully watching spring bloom around them instead of looking for a way to lash out when they feel scared. These are the words of people who are finding small things to be grateful about now even as the sense of loss is washing over them. They are the words of sky gazers, of those with courage enough to risk a moment of joy in all this uncertainty. They are the words of those working to witness the arc of their transition, their grief and trepidation, without judgment. It’s okay that I stayed in my pajamas all day and ate nothing but chocolate and popcorn. This is my response today. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have a different response.
These are the words of people reaching out right now; loving (anything) right now.
These are not the words of perfect people. This is not a mass collaboration of the holiest humans. This is humility in action. This is a pendulum shifting direction; a conspiracy of light.
I added this blog as a way to share some thoughts and experiences around the impact of Covid-19 on my life here in Southern Italy. These posts have been a near-daily practice during this time and are largely unedited, most having been first posted on Facebook. They are of course in order with the most recent entry on the first page. I invite you to explore previous posts or even start from the beginning.