In a life of liberation…
My dream of a world beyond oppression
Last week I challenged myself to boldly dream of what a life of liberation would be like.
I felt like I couldn’t do it. I challenged myself to move beyond the grief of holding a clearer dream of the world I want to live in, while continuing to live in a reality that is far from the dream.
I resisted at first, but I had told myself
“Be open to the dreams floating into your mind in boring, unimpressive moments, like pooping, cooking, or driving. You never know where inspiration might strike.”
I stayed open and while driving home one day, I suddenly felt inspired!
Here’s what I have so far:
In a life of liberation, everyone knows that they’re loved, protected, worthy and adored.
In a life of liberation, scientists, the wisest members of society, and the wisdom of life itself collaboratively decide which technologies would best support humanity to be as happy, free, and safe as can be.
In a life of liberation, when the trees wave hello the humans are moving slowly enough to notice and wave hello back.
And a life of liberation, no man would grow up to be a sad, miserable dictator, because children get what they need every step of the way.
In a life of liberation, we each know how to give and receive, and we know how to tell which to do in which moment.
The life of liberation, no one is stolen, no land is stolen, no justice is stolen. Humans feel at home in themselves and on the planet, and justice quickly balances imbalances before they become a problem.
In a life of liberation, Hostile Architecture is the name of an underground punk rock band, not a design style.
This was a simple start, but it has felt nourishing to dream!
Did any of you dream last week?