Morning Happiness

This morning I woke up, Happy, as most of the times. As I stepped out of the door, the cats and dogs were welcoming me, always the same enthusiasm to see me, to get cuddles.. And of course, no illusions here, to get their bowls filled..

The sky was amazingly blue, I could still see Venus, the Morningstar at the horizon.

As I went on with my morning ritual I went on to the field, to be welcomed by the horses. During the following minutes I saw more than 15 planes leaving big white stripes in the marvellous morning sky.

And I wondered…

After bringing the Boys to school, I drove true the overwhelming landscape of the Gers to go to the market. My weekly Thursday ritual here in the South of France. Lots of biological farmers, vegetables of the season and delicious cheese..

While I was strolling a woman passed me by, she was talking loudly, not directed to anyone in particular, that it was quiet today.. it was still early..

Here the market is a real social gathering, everyone is greeting each other.. People here still take the time to listen to one another, so if you are waiting for your turn you cannot help to overhear the conversations..

As I was pursuing my path, I felt my energy getting lower, My Happy feeling made space for a kind of Melancholia

Driving back home I took the time to reflect on my feelings, what happened? Where did my morning Happiness go?

I figured that as I didn’t have anything to be sad about, there must be another explanation to my mood swing.

The blue sky was completely white now..

As I am a highly empathic person, I must have picked up on some feelings. I analysed the conversations I overheard at the Marketplace. At least 3 women had been telling about the fear they felt while beating their cancer.. The other conversations I picked up were about the war threatening between that ‘connard Trump’ and this Kim Jong Un.

Even if you don’t watch the news, you cannot avoid feeling the worry and pain of the others. As we are all one, it is impossible not to be affected by the collective consciousness. So even here in the South of France, where life is supposed to be ‘La Vie en Rose’, it is impossible to restrain yourself from the growing anxiety in society.. Unless you are absolutely unconscious or in complete denial..

“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” ― Albert Einstein

A hornet is fighting for his life at my feet, as I take a closer look I can see why.. hundreds of ants are attacking him from all sides. Ants are social intelligent creatures, they operate as a collective being, a Superorganism.

So why is it so hard for us, the people, to collectively destroy the insects that are leading us into a 3th World War, a war we do not want?

What makes us feel paralysed, not in power to stop this nonsense? The anxiety for our own existence, that keeps us occupied? The constant struggle between belief and non-belief? Believe that the ones in power are there to protect us and take decisions in our best interest? We do not believe they can have a hidden agenda.. because we need strong leaders to get us out of this mess? The believe that somewhere, someone who has the power to protect us?

But nobody is coming.. We are ourselves the ones we have been waiting for.. We are in power to create our own reality..

As I breathe through my heart and find my peace again..

I wonder…

What would this World look like if we had the awareness those ants at my feet have..

Would the sky still be blue?