The Gratitude Project – Musing 12
It is time, it is time.
Ten thousand years or more is long enough.
Somewhere at the cusp of many millennia of hunter-gatherer matriarchies.
Just prior to the dawn of global agriculture.
(And we all know the shit-storm of patriarchal religion, civilization, and colonialism that came after…)
Perhaps there existed a pinnacle of humanity when we had it all:
The security of pastoralism.
The freedom of hunting.
But above all,
The nurturing soul of a society guided and led by matriarchs.
It feels like we might be getting there again, albeit via upheaval.
As the Great Warrior Poet, Arundhati Roy, once said:
“Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.”
I am grateful for the voices of great souls like her during troubled times like this when global misogyny and masculinity seems to be making its last, cowardly stand.
As I am, grateful that is, for the great souls that are Sus and Daya (less famous though they may be for now) who guide me at home.
But right now, in a flush of spiritual candor and belief, I am truly grateful for what I know is going to be the return of our matriarchy.
The same matriarchy that has saved humanity’s ass for damn near it’s entire fucking existence.
And will do so yet again.