Humanity | Painting Poetry in Motion

I can see Mars from my kitchen window Which sounds like it could be a metaphor, and probably is Except, I mean I can literally see Mars That red skinned beacon Out there. The speck that reminds me how small I am And also of how impossible things might be known First from a great distance. Then close up. But how do we get there from here? That is the question That keeps me up at night And while I’m awake, even half-asleep I figure, I might as well keep looking Because we never get there by not looking Over and out there, but also In here. And if we don’t want to go Someplace we’ve never been It might be important to know why not To understand whether we are afraid of green men Remnants of a cartoon we once saw Or something else Isn’t it funny how we give meaning to color Red states, blue states, people and planets As if we are still children learning to sort a giant crayon box Trying to make something so big Fit into our small hands We know so little for certain except that The universe is bigger than any one of us And we are hurtling through space at a speed we can’t match Mightn't it be prudent then To keep our options open To keep our hearts opener still To open up the too small box and smash the cardboard with our grown up feet? Maybe then, we’d be able to see What the container has keep from our view That we’ve made a very poor bargain for certainty And also. Maybe Mars With the friendly green "men" Is closer than we think © Amanda Reilly Sayer, 2020

I originally wrote and published this piece in January of this year. It was a bit “off brand” for me and I didn’t necessarily understand why I was writing it or why I felt compelled to share it. Sometimes things can only be understood in retrospect. I’m re-blogging this now as the relevance seems more clear. Thanks for reading!

Citizens of the United States have been indoctrinated by a collection of myths, one of which is the idea that we live in the ‘land of the free, home of the brave.’ Every country encourages cultural ethea, ideas to consolidate a shared identity. And we often accept these ideas as our lived experience until confronted with contrary evidence. Even then, we sometimes dismiss the dissonant notes, preferring to hold on to an ideal, sometimes framed as love of country. We are tempted by convenient untruths to avoid the discomfort of meaningful change.

Disparagement is not my goal here. I, too, am tempted by comfortable illusions. In particular, I want to avoid any hint of criticism towards our military troops, who stand honorably in their commitment to serve. I am grateful for the freedoms I enjoy, the relative privileges I have as a US citizen.

Even so, I think it’s time to have an honest conversation about whether we are actually living in the land of the free. We may indeed enjoy relative freedoms, but at what cost to ourselves and others with whom we share this planet?

On some level we’ve accepted our lot. We pay our taxes and take our shoes off at the airport. We go about our business without thinking too much about war. We are a nation protected from others. Except we don’t really feel safe when we allow ourselves to look beyond the barriers we’ve erected, when we truly absorb the state of our global and domestic fragility.

What if we aimed for universal prosperity? What if instead of building walls, highlighting differences, and creating wars, we actualized our shared humanity?

But this isn’t possible! Or is it?

Heck if I know! But I believe we need a new level of honesty about whether we are behaving in ways that are life-sustaining over the long term. This includes conversations about climate change, but much more. How can we move beyond conditioned fears, along with false notions about who we are? How can we do the right things, even if they are difficult and inconvenient? What are the right things?

We live in an international world, more connected than ever. What happens in one area of the globe affects us, whether or not that is immediately apparent. I could be wrong, but it seems to me we will never be able to ‘Make America Great’ if we do not find solutions that benefit all who share this planet. Independent of politics, don’t we ultimately want the same things, chief among them safety and freedom?

I believe when some of us feel imperiled, none of us are truly safe. Or free. True freedom requires safety and prosperity for ALL, not only the people we like.

I don’t know how we’ll get there. But if we don’t look honestly at ourselves, I know we never will.

Can we be brave enough to begin?