Mondays are the best

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Ghin falls asleep with Gary


Forest School

The best memories

Mondays... and the week arrives...

Ghin came over for dinner and we hung out of awhile.

After forest school...

Listening to Brand's daily YouTube podcast. I love Brand. I have always loved him since he began to do political broadcasts. The thing is I am beginning to understand that most people do not have a political compass, especially women. Although everyone is political. Everything is political. Everything is political because whatever we do, we have power. The individuals have power and we believed we had power. That is mostly why I left Singapore and moved to Ireland. Ireland was - used to be - the one place which held out. It's history of rebellion and the refusal to submit was one which I had a huge affinity for. 

Sadly the entire world has been captured by the cult of neoliberalism and I think that we are just gonna have to go through the eye of the needle and neoliberalism will destroy itself - the same way the aristocracy destroyed itself. What will be left? Something a little bit left I think. Neoliberalism is at the point where it will now prove how inhumane, illogical and unstable it is. Everyone will see that. In the same way industrialisation brought on the blood letting of the World Wars, whatever is coming now will bring the horrors of war to us and then those who survive - it will either be Mad Max or we will rebuild in small communities. But we have the knowledge. A mad dictator may emerge and create a nowhere to hide scenario, or we could have a group of conscientious people who love each other and look after each other. I know which one I would prefer.

The thing though is that the tyrant - the tyrant wields power for the sake of it, and those around them toady around out of fear, or because they are stupid and the only way the survived is by hitching their wagon to the tyrant. Being responsible for yourself is a difficult thing and we are taught to not be responsible for ourselves - maybe 30% of us inherently, according to experiments will question authority, perhaps not openly - but we will. I think 30% will believe blindly and 30% will just go with whatever is easiest. I probably belong to the 30% of the 30% who will not only question but will do so openly and irritatingly. I don't know why, but this is the way I was made. My parents did that too. My father especially. We would do anything as along as we believed it. After that, you are on your own buddy. If it doesn't make sense, then sayonara.

I got up at 4 am on the dot this morning. I must my journal beside me. So the way it will work is get up, journal till I am warm enough, blog and then write. It is good to write to get the thoughts out of the way so I can do Atlantis. Ah Atlantis. I should take a trip to the coast soon. Maybe I'll do that - head out to the West this weekend...

Everything is full of beauty. Really. I cannot fault that. The skies, the reflections, the waters - everything is on the move... change is taking place. Ireland is so beautiful. I could not leave here. It is where I was meant to be. I came to Ireland for the politics, I have stayed for the land.

I did my lesson planning yesterday and that felt good too. Everything feels right for now. I didn't have alcohol yesterday and I woke today feeling good too. I have not had wine now for almost a month. I can feel it. I bought all these post it pad for the Atlantis story. Will start using them today. Right. Atlantis, here I come. No more notes. Just working now. 

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