I love the quietness of Christmas morning, being up before everyone else, no real need to go anywhere.
It’s been many years since I worked in crisis intervention and was on 24 hour call out over the festive period – not so enjoyable, as families feel the pressure. It shouldn’t be like this, but it is.
It saddens me to witness homelessness and on such a scale, in Britain. Every year I ‘do something’, like many, during this time. It’s all too easy to become bereft of home and this shouldn’t be so in our modern, apparently wealthy nation.
We have spent too long squabbling over staying in Europe. Our politicians and media seem to take the p*ss out of all of us, the citizens. Surely this is what binds us together.
I am aware of the rifts in our society, growing deeper – this is how it is before conflict. A slow build-up, a cat amongst the pigeons, the devil that is the rise of the far right. Many refer to the 1930’s. There are similarities.
The difference that could be now is this: We are more aware. We have won many fights against transgressions on humanity. We have learnt the hard way.
We also know what needs to be done to take care of Mother Earth and all her little babies.
On the wall to my right is Desiderata. I read it this morning and reflect on my own confusion, anger, sense of injustice.
Then I pour another coffee.
Peace be with everyone.