2011, the year of the Rabbit/Cat, was even worse than 2010. I'm hoping 2023 will break the trend. 2011 was the year I fell into a deep black hole - an undiagnosed bout of depression that took me most of the year to climb out of. I think it was triggered by my father's death the previous year - there were so many unresolved issues. The problem with people dying is that you lose the opportunity to sort things out with them, although to be fair I had tried. My father couldn't face his own issues so making him accountable for his behaviour was bound to fail. I have forgiven him though. He had some serious demons - I think as a result of the way he was treated as a child. I can't be sure but I think his mother had her own demons, acquired in her childhood at the hands of a controlling abusive older brother who resented having to care for his younger siblings after his parents died. This shit just gets handed down the line. I've experienced and seen a lot of intergenerational trauma. My response was not to have children. Apart from the fact that I would have made a terrible parent - I just know I would have handed the genes and the trauma onto the next generation. People used to tell me I was selfish for not having kids. They had no idea.
So why am I going over old ground and taking stock? After being without paid employment for 12 months since giving up my prison teaching job I'm still trying to figure out what's next. Part of that process requires me to understand my own evolution and the cycles in my life. I feel as though I am drifting aimlessly. Some would say that's OK but I feel I still have something to give to the world. I'm just not sure what it is. I have been unable to resolve or tolerate the toxic ego-personality issues in the environmental organisation I was donating my time and skills to so I have withdrawn most of my efforts. I'm feeling good about that but it has left me feeling disillusioned and bored. I wasn't able to enrol in any of the Marketing and Communications courses I wanted to do, and I can't try again until next year. Part of me thinks that might be a good thing - maybe I'm not meant to be doing that.
I have to ask myself whether my personal struggles are inextricably linked with the state of the world. How can anyone make long term plans? The planet is in free-fall and global weather extremes are kicking in far sooner than was predicted. This is a really serious situation and I just can't understand why so many people seem to be ignoring it. Well I can - it's denial. The truth is just too hard to face.
In a Guardian article recently emeritus professor of geophysical and climate hazards at Univers, Bill McGuire, said this:
'....there is now no chance of us avoiding a perilous, all-pervasive climate breakdown. We have passed the point of no return.....'
“Instead, we are on course for close to a 14% rise in emissions by that date – which will almost certainly see us shatter the 1.5C guardrail in less than a decade.”


Unnerving times indeed. I am finding myself in a pretty constant state of agitation that is a very foreign feeling for me unless I am doing something that takes my mind off it. Otherwise it is there constantly allowing few moments of peace.
ReplyDeleteYes, I can relate to that. I guess it's probably a good thing if people are in denial. When the majority start realising the dire situation we are really in, there will be panic and chaos. I fully expect the fragile veil of civilisation to break down very quickly at that point. God help us then.
DeleteIt breaks my heart everyday when I think of our poor mistreated dying planet and the eight billion human beings who mostly seem oblivious to the ongoing destruction. I will always be glad that I chose not to have children. Through marriage though I have step-daughters and step-grandchildren. I think of the future that awaits them and I worry.
ReplyDeleteI keep thinking about this post and about you and your dad. It made me go back and read a poem I wrote for my father shortly after his death. I hope you don't mind me sharing it here with you.
ReplyDeleteas you crossed the bridge
how much like Munch's Scream you looked
mouth black, opened wide
gasping for air that your aching lungs
had been for hours denied
and yet, you turned your wide eyes on us
and took us in like a delicious breeze
for a moment
a broad candle-lit pumpkin smile
replaced the cavernous gasping
as you looked at me, your daughter
and at Helen, your sister
who sat at your bedside, holding your
delicately-soft fingers
too slender and weak to hold even a
child's spill-proof cup
we wiped your forehead and cheeks
and talked to you
sharing our family's life blood
of joyous loving gossip...
and told you of those who called that day,
the last of your life, just to see.. to see...
but we knew you heard us less and less
as that relentless procession held you in sway,
finally when we could no longer
offer a single respite from the anguish
they came and lifted you upon a stretcher that
promised to take you more gently to the other side
with soothing morphine elixirs and the hum of machines
and there on your last passage from the bedroom
through the living room
to your dying room
you held my hand one last time,
looked so deeply at me,
and managed to mouth the words "I love you,"
without making a sound
Thank you Robin. Such a beautiful poem. I know you had a good relationship with your father so it was right that you were able to say goodbye to him and know that he loved you.
DeleteI have been there when other people are dying, but I wasn't able to say goodbye to my father and it troubles me. Too late now. As I age I regret more and more about the decisions I have made. I have also found it is harder to forgive myself than others. Accepting that I am only human is a real challenge. I don't know why I expect more of myself.
One good outcome of all of this self-reflection though is that I now have a good relationship with my mother. I have forgiven her and she knows I have. Although I will be devastated when she leaves the planet, I think I will be in a much better place than I was when my father died.
I love knowing that you have a good relationship with your mother. A loving result of your self-reflection. Sometimes when I regret some of the things I have done in relation to my long-gone parents, I shout out something into the universe to them. Part of me believes that at least one cell of theirs is still out there, and my words will get to it and will be heard. It's silly, but it works for me.
DeleteDoesn't seem silly at all Robin.
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