A Change Of Mind

I wish I could draw cartoons. I'd have a go at one of those of a bearded guy in a long robe and sandals carrying a placard that reads, “REPENT! THE END IS NIGH!” He'd have a smug look on his face that says, 'I told you so!'

Yes, I've been reading Pope Francis' Encyclical, 'Laudate Si' which speaks powerfully of the globalised industrial machine, powered by greed, turning our planet into 'a pile of filth'. And in doing so, destroying the biosphere. Mass extinction, irreversible climate change, inhuman exploitation of the poor, to whom he acknowledges an 'ecological debt' … Here's a Bishop of Rome who won't fiddle while the world burns. Perhaps by giving strong moral leadership he will have an impact. At least 1.3 billion Catholics no longer have the option of denying both the reality of man-made climate change, and a responsibility towards the people losing their homes and livelihoods because of it. Will it make a difference? We shall see.

I discovered recently that 'Repent' is a translation of the Greek word 'metanoia', which has nothing to do with sackcloth and ashes. It means to 'change your mind'. Pope Francis calls those who deny responsibility for the catastrophe we may not even be able to avoid, to do just that. While there's still a chance to salvage something habitable.

 

 

 

 

 

Death Statistics

Oh! The curse of a liberal conscience!

It used to be quite trendy to claim a working class background and then rage against the iniquities of the system that keep certain demographics: the wontenly unemployed, the undeserving poor, the fake sick, the so-called ‘disabled’, from making a lot of money and putting their children in the good schools. Now that we’re ALL middle class, or discounted, it’s not quite so fashionable, so I am coming down the chimney and out of the sweat-shop with some reluctance.

I have a working class background! There! I’ve said it.

I’m not sure this qualifies me more than, say, a celebrity, to have an opinion on the life of the not-so well-offs, but it does give me a perspective, if only because I’ve stayed in touch.

The poor die first. This should come as no surprise, but should perhaps give you pause for thought. Stress, poor diet, scant education, and the rest, weights the dice, even against the ‘hard-working families’ that is now politico-speak for ‘the poor’, bless them, and they snuff it some time before those of us with better options. And more clout, let’s be honest.

The upcoming budget will slash welfare. Just wait and see. I have this on good authority from someone who knows, but Hey! With £12 billion of cuts to be made to salvage the economy, and higher taxes being against God, it doesn’t take a prophet to see what’s coming.

Every Monday and Wednesday I serve food to people who wouldn’t otherwise eat that day. Stunning isn’t it? 2015, and there are men and women on the streets of a city in one of the richest countries in the world, who are hungry. And housed in places we wouldn’t be seen dead in.

Console yourself, if you can, with the thought they somehow must ‘deserve’ to starve, or just wave away the plight of the ‘underclass’ because it’s all you know how to do, but don’t be ignorant of it.

Iain Duncan Smith wants you ignorant. The Department of Work and Pensions has appealed an attempt by others with the curse of a liberal conscience to gain, under the Freedom of Information Act, the stats on how many people die after being placed under sanctions. That is, having their benefits stopped for six weeks. Frankly, I little care as to why their benefits are stopped. Nobody should die for missing an appointment, or being too thick to understand what’s happening to them. Should they? They might not BE dying of course. If IDS has his way, you’ll never know.

If people have to die so that the fortunate amongst us can continue living the good life, so be it. But in fairness to them, I think we should know of their sacrifice, don’t you?

From change.org:

Ian Duncan Smith is attempting to block the publication of “death statistics” that will reveal how many people have died within six weeks of their benefits being stopped.

After a freedom of information request, The Information Commissioner’s Office has said that there is no reason not to publish these figures but Ian Duncan Smith’s department – the Department of Work and Pensions – has launched an appeal to prevent the figures being made public.

I’ve started this petition to call on the Courts and Tribunal Service to dismiss this appeal and so prevent any further delay by the DWP in publishing these figures. Please support me.

For years there have been reports of people committing suicide or dying from ill-health soon after their benefits are stopped. As a partner of someone with a disability I have been through two benefit appeals and have also been a benefit tribunal representation – so I know from personal experience how stressful the system can be and the impact they have on families.

I believe the public needs to know the full impact of benefit changes.

In 2012 the Department of Work and Pensions published statistics which showed 10,600 people who had been receiving benefits died between January and November 2011. These figures caused an outcry, although many disabled campaigners disagreed over what the figures actually showed. Ministers then blocked publication of any updated figures.

Now, thanks to freelance journalist and carer, Mike Sivier, The Information Commissioner’s Office has admitted there is no reason not to publish them. This appeal is the last hurdle to overcome to get these figures out in the public.

Please support this petition to dismiss the appeal and publish the “death stats”.

https://www.change.org/p/hm-courts-and-tribunal-service-publish-stats-showing-how-many-people-have-died-after-their-benefits-stopped/sign?utm_source=action_alert&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=327807&alert_id=LCGaYuuIVL_7y77thrZ3ZGnEyCZUXBXuViDUzlo7c0WbnhvwfTY%2FVc%3D

When Sorrow Comes

When sorrow comes, my daughter

Let it wash over you;

It will break your heart

But will not knock you down.

 

Let your tears come

Don’t stem the tide:

 

Ebb and flow

 

Ebb and flow.

 

For this is how it is:

Your father and I made a house for you

And how glad we are that

YOU came to inhabit it!

 

But you inherited tears as well as laughter –

What more can we do, than bear

THIS with you?

 

And yet, and yet –

 

When joy, floats by on butterfly wings,

And brushes against you,

 

Welcome her.

 

Allow your healing

Allow happiness a new place.

 

Know that a heart that is broken

Mends softer, and

Enlarged.

 

Skipping To The End …

Readers fall by nature into two categories: the dogged and the cheats.

I am a cheat. I need no excuse to run over the pages and skip to the end – of the paragraph, of the chapter – or if I am either so enraptured that I can longer bear the suspense, or so bored I am mindful to spend my time on more entertaining pursuits – to the very end of the book. It is my only weakness.

I cheat only myself in a sense: who knows what literary gems were lost to me because I refused to persevere? Who indeed.

 

My friends and family are appalled by my lack of staying power: I offer no excuses, I hang my head in shame.

I did, however, read a book this last week that held my attention from beginning to end.”Flight Behaviour” by Barbara Kingsolver. Ecolology, entomology and the inhabitants of a fictional town in Tennessee – without heroes or villains, beautifully described. Words are failing me: If you enjoy a good read and want one that will hold your attention, this book will do it.

It wasn’t a book that prompted me to this: I was watching Series Three of “Ripper Street”. Halfway through episode two I just HAD to find out where the main protagonists ended up. I wasn’t disappointed, so I may now return to episode three and catch up!

You Open Your Eyes …

And you think, “Oh Shit! Everybody else is looking so peaceful… .”


I am listening to a Dharma talk, as I am now in my Bhuddist phase. Actually, I shouldn't be doing ths – unmindfully writing to you whilst listening. And it's great listening:I want to write it down before I forget.


You have to yield, meet yourself and the cosmos with a kind heart. Hold yourself in love. Keep softening to the present.


Dunno if I'm ever going to get Enlightened, but those minutes I spend not putting myself and the rest of you to rights, are helping me to see better, feel more, laugh a lot ( at myself, mostly) and meet that which is hard, with a deep breath and an unlikely optimism.



https://itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/heart-wisdom-jack-kornfield/id923017416?mt=2