Up early for a Sunday morning bike ride.
We ride together through the park, through the last crunch of autumn yellow leaves. We stop for coffee. I pretend to be Anthony Bourdain trying local delicacies as we sit on plastic chairs at a street food stall. We have delicious Brazilian treats, coffee and pastries, cheese bread, quiejo pasteis.
Above us the church bells ring, loud and clanging.
Is it ok to admit I love them and hate them at the same time? I get conflicting feelings at this time of year. The hypocrisy. The divide of rich and poor. The church bells ringing boldly for baby Jesus whilst the homeless shelter in tents and sleeping bags at the church gates. And I look at my phone and read the news, the politicians campaigning and manipulating the media, using the violence and the tragedy of the London Bridge attacker to add petrol to anti-immigration and racism rows. I send condolences to all who lost their lives and their families. Prayers for peace and unity.
This December the general election is a dark shadow that stokes more division.
I'm idealistic but I wish there was more focus on healing and listening and helping each other to save our humanity and save the planet. Because it is starting to feel like it honestly won’t matter who is wearing the crown when this island sinks into the sea.
I sip coffee and love being here in the 21st century. We live in the future. Right now I could be in any EU city with this lovely coffee and the Brazilian lady who smiles at me. I smile back and write about December, the blue skies and the wintry sun.
I sip coffee and love being here in the 21st century. We live in the future. Right now I could be in any EU city with this lovely coffee and the Brazilian lady who smiles at me. I smile back and write about December, the blue skies and the wintry sun.
Meanwhile across the street I see the usual Christmas plastic crap in all the shop windrows, clutter that will be thrown out in January and washed up on a beach, strangling a turtle or choking a seahorse on the other side of the world. This is the London I know. This is the world we know. It is a chaotic jumble of complex contradictions. But it doesn’t have to be this way - 'this is how it’s always been' - just isn’t good enough anymore.
I take a moment to write about this: this December, this one love, this multicoloured, multicultural, multilayered world, this city and this place we all call home.
We have a full moon for the election.
This will be the Cold Moon or Long Night Moon. If there were more wombs in the rooms people might have picked up on this and how the moon cycle could effect tide and votes. Wow. It is almost as if men ruled by money decide everything and are oblivious to the rest of the population of planet earth who are in tune with nature and ruled by the moon. Never underestimate the power of Decembers full moon and all those of us that feel a surge this week.
Bring on the RED wave.
Bring on the RED wave.
It occurs to me that all over the country millions of people who get their period on the full moon will have raging PMT right here and right now. I wish we could harness that PMT rage and fury, like wind turbines, but rage and fury turbines. Almost everyone I know is in tune with the moon, their monthly cycle is like clockwork, timed with the lunar cycle and the oceans.
All I am saying is: The billionaire Tories picked a really bad day to test our patience further.
On December 12th as the full moon rises - on the 12th hour of the 12th day on the 12th month - I envision a big red wave for this general election. Metaphorically, spiritually and literally. We must attune to nature and unite and rise like the moon, rise like the tides and sea.
We must vote the Tories out.
We must vote the Tories out.
Please use your power, your voice and your vote to get rid of the people that enforced period poverty for so long. Let's kick out the people that hurt women's rights and women's choices and women's autonomy. Let's kick out the people that continually hurt all marginalised people; the people that ignored the tragedies of Grenfell and Windrush and Yarls Wood. The politicians that were too scared to meet Greta Thunberg and listen to the valid concerns of the next generation. It makes no sense to vote for the Tories after nine years of the Tories.
Please use this blood and fury; this coming solstice; all your moon juice energy to send power and light to the people with a soul intention to help others and empower the poor, the sick and the vulnerable.
Winter is here.
It will be a brutal winter for so many because climate change is here; because science is fact; because floods; because austerity is real; because people are dying sleeping rough in doorways; because the use of food banks is at an all-time high and they need our donations; because we can all do better and be better; because we ALL need the NHS and our hospitals and fire stations and libraries now more than ever; because this is IT, this is the turning tide and change is here and time is now.
It will be a brutal winter for so many because climate change is here; because science is fact; because floods; because austerity is real; because people are dying sleeping rough in doorways; because the use of food banks is at an all-time high and they need our donations; because we can all do better and be better; because we ALL need the NHS and our hospitals and fire stations and libraries now more than ever; because this is IT, this is the turning tide and change is here and time is now.
Happy bloody bleed!
VOTE THE TORIES OUT!
With Full Moon Love Xx
Affirmation
Repeat after me:
Full Moon. Cold Moon. Long Night Moon.
Power to the people who protect the poor and vulnerable from the cold long night.
May we enter 2020 with less shadow and more kindness and light.
We are many, we rise with moon and tide and fight for our rights.
Sing this 3 times when you see the moons face this week:
this blood is old, my blood is mine
I wash my blood in salt moonshine
Tories crumble with each crumbling truth
as true as the moon as long in the tooth
this blood is old as blood as time
I wash this blood in cold moonshine
in cold moonshine I wash this time
and feel love rise in cold moonshine
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