Spin cycle

Lately I am increasingly thinking, “stop this world I want to get off !”

This world feels like it is on a never ending spin cycle, in a desperate need of a rinse mode which slowly comes to rest and we can all just take a breath.  From the daily dramas internationally, locally in South Africa, my own daily life and in my internal mind, where decisions need to be made.

But, with American children chanting “Our blood, your hands”, the attacks on Syria and warnings on the news that scenes shown will be disturbing, showing innocent people getting slaughtered, corruption charges against Israel’s prime minister, anthrax being sent to the British royal family, the removal of our own corrupt president, travel advisory given to people visiting South Africa about the threat of terrorism, somehow watching people slide across ice pushing a broomstick seems a little inane.

Where is the balance, how do you remove yourself, do you put your head in the sand? Memories pop up on your social media page which make you realise how much we take each day for granted. I don’t want to live in a cocoon, but at times it looks very inviting.  The drudge of everyday routine at times can feel like sinking sand where I am desperately looking for that  stable branch to hang onto, which isn’t there. So what is the answer. Do I just wait for my own spin cycle to stop of its own accord, or do I preempt it by pushing the rinse button. And what of the world, what will it take for the world to take a much needed breath ? Lots of questions running through my mind, and not enough answers to go around.

The urge to “drop out of society”, bury my head in the sand and not bow to society’s norms, daily looks more and more inviting. But for today I will just read this poem.

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea , In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
   Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
   And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
    What a beautiful Pussy you are,
         You are, You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
And maybe that is the answer, amongst all the angst in the world, find some silliness to hang on to and turn your back on the spin cycle.

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