Christmas Morning

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.

On The Eleventh Hour

Forty million.
War, disease and famine.
In conflict a hundred years later.
Empire, colonialism, laissez-faire, slavery, serfdom.
Mother Earth and all her babies want change.
So remember on the eleventh hour.
And vow to respect the planet we live on.
Move on, move along.


Create markets of respect.
Make with love in mind, not profit.
They died and saved us.
Make it a life worth living for the young.

No more war.

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A Revolutionary Act

This island I live on is long overdue a movement and I don’t mean Brexit, I mean the antithesis of Brexit!

With the potential to upset young people, neighbouring nations (and I include Ireland and Scotland in that), Brexit is already making everything feel like a grubby anorak.

Today a group of young people have instigated a march in London. 100,000 are expected to take part, asking for a vote on Brexit with the facts in place, with the solutions laid down from and by the government we have. I’d like to remind everyone that our current government is run by a minority tory party in cahoots with the dup.

Judging by the last large march on Iraq and war, it’s highly unlikely Westminster will take much notice. There’s only one way to beat ye olde colonialist laissez faire beast and that’s to lob a molotov at it!

But I’m not advocating violence, not really. Perhaps some bloody-mindedness instead. I am opposed to all that Farage, Johnson, Gove et all stand for. I am appalled that we have allowed politicians we pay for, like Cameron, to just waltz off and go on their jollies.

Farage & Co belong in the past. Do young people have to wait until they have passed away before justice is served and they enjoy the freedom and rights others before them have had.

I’m not much impressed with this island’s lowly sucking up to the likes of Farage, who is nothing but a self-serving tory wannabe toff.

I call upon a revolt by matriarchs. Every little thing you do to instigate change counts. Every thought, every thing you make, bake, talk and take.

Spread the word. The 21st century is for our young and for those who support young people.

Mother Earth and all her little babies. Children first, always.

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