The pups are taking full advantage of the cool weather and running around like crazy. Chasing leaves that are falling because of the heat, butterflies and imaginary sounds. They have been at it for over an hour now, nap time is going to hit hard. They've only stopped for come inside for a quick drink of water and a touch of kibble. Playing in the cool weather is much more to their liking this morning, they have lots of stored up energy to burn off since yesterday was sort of blistery hot during the day.
I was going to sit in the garden to write this morning, but it's a touch too noisy for me to be able to concentrate. I guess one of the neighbors is having a deck built or repaired or something, and the crew working on it definitely got an early start. Around 6:15 this morning you could hear the sounds of saws and various power tools. I get it, I'm definitely not mad at them at all. When it's as hot as it's been by mid-day, you are much smarter if you start early and break in the middle when the heat is high and uncompromising.
When I lived in Crete, that is how life moved. The days started super early, and slowed dramatically from around noon to three. During the heat of the day the shops closed, the men headed to the little cafe's and sat outside talking and playing games. I don't remember what the women were doing, I just know that around 3 pm we would walk down the hill to the bakery and bought fresh bread for dinner most days. I remember you could smell it baking throughout the village. The men worked outdoors, they were farmers and fisherman primarily in the small village I lived in, they needed that moment in the shade. They would get back to work in the late afternoon and work until evening when it became cool and welcoming once again.
Hubs and I were drinking our coffee this morning and chatting about my inability to remember the day of the week. He mentioned that he was a bit jealous of the fact, one bit of discussion led to another and had us wondering why the work day model was ever developed or accepted over all. It's so unnatural. I work super hard, probably harder than I ever worked when I was employed in the traditional sense. My days are often long and filled to capacity. I definitely do not follow the Monday - Friday grind. I work when I have things to do. I rest when I am worn. Sometimes that means I do absolutely nothing in the middle of the week, and sometimes I am busy as all get out the entire weekend long. I think the reason that I don't remember the days is because Monday is no longer a day for me to dread and Friday is no longer a long awaited moment of release.
They are now simply moments of time when the sun is up or down. Somehow we were all convinced to become slaves to a system that doesn't benefit us. Our children have their natural sleep cycles disrupted to go to sit in schools for hours on end. Not really learning how to think, it's more being taught what to think. Long gone are the days where education was for their collective benefit. They grow up being convinced that the only way to be successful in life is to trade off those five days a week in exchange for the two that you get to semi-claim as your own. And even those lines are becoming far more blurry than before.
I saw a meme this morning that struck a serious nerve in my heart this morning. It had a picture of chickens at the top and said "free range animals", at the bottom was a picture of a busy pedestrian street, packed solid with people that said "free range slaves". Ironically, my daughter made a comment the other day that was basically along the same lines.
We've been so programmed to think of slavery in a single way that I fear we have over looked what is truly going on. We punch time clocks and do what is required to earn dollars that are taxed at a ridiculously high rate and then we pay more taxes on everything we buy with those few remaining dollars. We end up trading our lives to support what is basically a slave system. We don't benefit. We toil. And thank the very people that enslave us. We have slowly become people that have to be consumers because we have forgotten how to be our own creators. It has been taken away from us.
There was a time you built your own home, grew your own food, made your own household goods. There was a time those skills existed for all of us, gratefully and willingly passed down to the generations that followed. You learned trades, you farmed the land, you might be a shop keeper, of even a healer. But slowly the trades narrowed as we no longer made things, the farmers had to fight to stay a small farmer or else become part of the huge agricultural complex, those mom and pop shops got gobbled up and spit out by the mega shops that were buying cheap crap from other countries and selling it to us for even less. Finally, healers became part of big Pharma and stopped healing and started treating symptoms of the greater ill, because there is no money in healing.
Slowly we became conditioned to march in lockstep. To stop seeing what wasn't working and moving towards accepting it. At least that is how it feels from my personal place in the world now. When we don't do what is wanted, there are punishments. Higher prices, lack of things we have forgotten how to make, things become unavailable or worse illegal, even being controlled by a credit score that impacts everything in your life. We are forced into compliance, maybe without physical whips and chains. But the punishments are there just the same.
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| all the girls together |
Last night we gathered with family and friends, we laughed, we talked, we had fun. Most of us stayed up way past our bedtimes. Today I am feeling the effects. Today I am super weary. I want to snuggle up with my pups and sleep for a few more hours, I'm tired. Five hours of sleep was simply not enough. I won't take a nap, I would feel far too guilty if I did. Knowing that my family and friends that gathered last night to celebrate are struggling through a day where they cannot rest, I'm still caught in that mindset. If they can't, I won't. But it will definitely be a very early night tonight.
I know I go down some strange paths... these are just my crazy thoughts and my questions...
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