What is the world we’re giving up?
Society is like an out of control house party, and the house is about to collapse. Many of us feel trapped inside, blaring music making it impossible for us to think, while we watch the rich dudes doing lines and pouring gasoline over everything.
The ceiling crumbles, smoke fills the air, and there are cracks in the walls.
But, if you peer out of the window, you’ll see a field where campfires burn. And around those campfires are citizens drinking hot chocolate and planning how we can collectively build a multitude of new homes once this old one falls.
Carers, doers, sharers, repairers…. citizens. Moving from campfire to campfire, lending thoughts and ideas, sharing, listening and acting. Working in their communities of place, or practice, and bringing their thoughts and feelings to help build the new homes.
The air is filled with bright fiery sparks born from creativity and action, each combining with others to seed new fires.
The field is set within a deep glow of art, music, and nature, steeped in context. A context where some can sit and rest, while others play and inspire. It comes to life with bright sparks, fire tenders, communities of ember carriers, ushers, storytellers and creatures.... all the creatures.
As the new homes can not be built alone, we cannot design them from within a story of separation. We will need all wisdom, and abundance.
There are campfires for reimagining everything. We will need new foundations, doors, windows, colours, and no home need be the same. The tools we use to build, are trust, creativity, and togetherness.
Those of us round the campfires know that we might not actually get to live in the homes we collectively design.
But we also know that we'd much rather spend the time we've got sitting round the fires, planning for those who will get to live there.
At times we all have to return to the house party, the old story clings on, it pulls at our wrists, trying to consume us, dragging us back indoors. But, the longer we sit at a fire, even in silence, staring into the flames, our old story fades and our new collective story is forged.
It is time for us to leave the old house. It is time for 'US' to write 'OUR' new støry.
Come sit, sing, dance, discuss, rest, drink, and feast. As 'WE' are many, yet there is room for us all.
What are we waiting for?
Olivia, Jamie and Gav
Fire tenders, Ember Carriers and Storytellers
“We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.” Anais Nin
