So,
I come back to this place.
Several years of self exile and the more recently witnessed global events that have seen the world simultaneously come together in some ways and become even more fractured in others. All part of the life that me and millions of people are now living.
What did I pick up along the way? What have I witnessed about those around me as they struggled and continue to do so, through wave after wave of the dark and stormy emotional sea we've set sail upon ?
What indeed...
I've witnessed the best of people. The heartbreaking spectacle of love given to strangers whose struggle was suddenly a shared one. The goodness of the human soul, displayed in countless acts of charity across the globe, people united in a common cause, sometimes united in their shared grief for those that had been lost. Once these happenings were witnessed, they can now never go away.
We've struggled on, those waves threatening to capsize us at any moment, some got swept away but we carried on, looking for that light on the horizon , the one that we knew was somewhere just out of sight. We knew that the world was changing and that would cause the waves to be even higher before the storm blew itself out. We had to keep going, the light of possibilities not yet known growing behind the heavy cloud , a different world awaited us, called to us, life would be different when the sun broke through. And then suddenly, we hit land , we smashed into rocks, the shared vessel of our long and arduous journey breaking apart beneath us throwing us onto the wet cold sands of this unknown island. We sat there, huddled together, waiting for the dark to pass and the sun to show us where we'd landed.
When it did, some of us wished it hadn't.
Far from the new unspoilt lands of the future we'd imagined, we found ourselves in a land that was alien but at the same time a mirror of the old one we'd sailed away from. It was as if the old had stowed away with us without us knowing it.
In this new land where shoots of future growth could have been pushing sunward, tendrils of old growth still clung on, strangling the new and hopeful life with all the bitter tightness it could . All of that struggle we'd been through, all of the cost just to find ourselves in a world more the same than the old one had been. And what was even worse, was when the sun reached its highest we could see just how much of the old growth there was, how much we'd have to get through before we could reach the places we'd hoped to find at the end of all our trials. At that moment, we knew the choice we had to make. We looked back at the sea we'd crossed and it was then that we realised that we couldn't go back, there was nothing for us to go back to. The only choice was for us to make our own new way through the old growth, cut it back where we could and make our own path towards the new, the unknown, the lands of the future we'd crossed the stormy sea for. So, cut it back we did and slowly we've been able to make a path through, towards the new lands.
On the journey we've found ourselves faced with obsticles the likes of ,the lake of stupidity, it's depths yet to be truly known and the mountains of denial, their own stark grey faces sheer and nigh on impossible to scale . These and many more we'll discover as we travel on but travel we must. This is the land we've chosen to call home now and only together will make it to the other side.
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