I am not religious. I did grow up with one of those notorious zionist colonizer's religions, forced to go to church every week against my will, my family was high up in the church leadership, and observed them glorifying missionaries of conquered countries torn by our wars. I was invited to the "business meetings" of the church and learned the policies, procedures, outreach, and all of the line item details on the books. Most may know this hundred billion fast food dollar religion and may know some of their outreach, the olive branch of factual good health practices, and other presentations to lure people into membership capturing.
So I have left my family. Over five years ago I left, now off grid in the country, learning the language of nature and the natives before me that capitalism aggressively attempted to erase. The wildflowers that capitalism called weeds, the pollinators that nourish them and survive throughout these cold months with the nutritious dried seeds and insects. I have escaped and joined the world that still manages to thrive and will be here even if humans erase themselves. The sun continues to shine most days and when it doesn't, nature recharges with rain and rest. I marvel with learning that nature always networks and thrives especially underground, continuing to grow.
Today may have been chilly, but several feral cats sat next to me and shared what they see in this world. We watched the birds playing in the field in front of us. All of us vibed together in the same space, the birds, cats, and me. We will meet again tonight for dinner when the raccoons wake up, but tomorrow most of us will share the afternoon again. I used to live in the city, maximizing profits with a house on the nicest street, but I escaped that corporate ladder hell. Nobody may remember my name, but I will remember the songs birds from around the world come here to sing. Perhaps in my next life I can sing these songs too.
diana 🏳️⚧️🦋🌱
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