It's a mixed up old broth we've been brewing, but there are recognisble lumpy bits within it; reoccurring themes and patterns that sometimes seem to exist without anyone imagining personal responsibility for their existence, they just seem to occur inexplicably. We may question whether they are, therefore unavoidable 'natural' phenomenon and through being so, something that cannot be expected to change.
It strikes me though, that changes are occurring. Electrically charged events like the Arabic Spring, which struck like a thunder bolt and marked a cataclysm for long-suffered, oppressive regimes, indicate that there is some disruptive wind blowing in and making space for all sorts of change.
The gruesome devastation and theft of one promising young woman in India has caused similarly turbulent political weather and I hope it will be a monstrous cyclone that tears down assumptions about the role and standing of women in the world.
I hear justifications wrought for such abuses that wave vaguely, alluding to testosterone and male sex drive and the mating behaviour of ducks and big cats, but the attitudes that allow people to harm, abuse and destroy another human being are entirely constructed, day by day, through broadcast media, and within our very own homes from the moment we separate our gender expectations by telling a girl she looks pretty on greeting her, and ask a boy to impress us with a feat of strength, daring or invincibility. We all nurture those attitudes, little bit by bit.
This change is as urgent for the boys and young men of the emerging generation, as it is for the girls and young women.
So, with this in mind, I will be rising on February 14th, processing, dancing and singing and lending my voice to the Billion who stand and state 'it's time for change!'.
Check out the details of this events on the facebook page...
and see what else is happening for this campaign globally...http://onebillionrising.org/
I've discovered that the Totnes Mayor is a warm-hearted woman with a sense of humour, and as for the evening cabaret...Hilarious, shocking, moving and inspiring.
A woman approached me after the dust settled and told me that while sitting at her desk in her office, she had heard a voice in song drifting down the street and felt called to leave her work and follow the sound up to the civic square, where she joined the throng of the rising community.
That it was my voice that called her, touches me beyond measure; What an honour!