I’m imagining the escape. The escape from a Tory run Britain where culture; the arts, music, independent films are budget cut into non-existence. Where families and communities are commodities to be exploited by the rich. I’m imagining gathering up my family in my arms, like the precious bundle they are, as I whisper in their ears, “You deserve better than this…I, deserve better than this“. Will we do it? Will we leave the grey men, in their grey suits, with their grey lives and their grey minds. Where would we go? I’m dreaming of the wild, vast landscapes of Canada and New Zealand. Landscapes, full of wolves and bears that eat men in grey suits. And, if we can’t get there?. Then I am reminded by the poet, David Whyte of the beauty of at least trying…..
Recall the way
you are all possibilities
you can see and how you live best
as an appreciator of horizons
whether you reach them or not.
Admit that once you have got up
from your chair and opened the door,
once you have walked out into the clean air
toward that edge and taken the path up high
beyond the ordinary, you have become
the privileged and the pilgrim,
the one who will tell the story
and the one, coming back
from the mountain,
who helped to make it.
From MAMEEN in RIVER FLOW: New and Selected Poems
© David Whyte and Many Rivers Press