By Judith Gayle | Political Waves
It’s been a rather amazing week, full of human interest stories. I’d say that those kinds of reports are diversions from our larger problems of climate change and global toxicity, but, hey! If we’re not examining our human condition with an eye toward discovery, toward growth, toward evolution, it won’t matter whether we have a world to plunk our junk in or not.
Meanwhile, politics remain obtuse: two separate world visions colliding in a crash of fury and frustration, stalemate the result. With the Republicans newly candid about their strategy to deny the black guy any wins at all, it’s evident to all of us that we’re going nowhere, fast. Perhaps, this hitch in our giddy-up is — like the wolf told Grandma — all the better to see with, my dear.
When we’re stopped from forward movement, stymied by such outrageous circumstance, we must — as my late father would say — adjust, migrate or die. Adjusting to our current situation means accepting that there are several versions of reality floating around out there, and we’ve seen that it will take more than the sharp pin of logic or science to pop the bubbles. Yes, some of us may migrate, some of us die, but the majority will learn to adapt by looking carefully, learning to recognize what we’re seeing, even glimpsing the shadow side of ourselves.