How is it possible I ask you that if there is a choice of organic produce one would choose not to buy it? Considering it was my money spent on these erroneous items my irritation turned into anger (ok sitting in a car for that long didn’t help). And then I thought of a recent and very unpleasant realization I had recently; people simply don’t care.

Being in the industry of changing worlds it goes without saying that I am knowledgeable about a lot of things that effect our body and our environment. But still… surely this understanding is more logic based? Surely people with any modicum of education would know the benefits of eating organic food rather than that which is filled with chemicals? The same chemicals that have been proven to cause Cancer, Parkinsons and other modern diseases?

In my down moments I feel a total hopelessness; I watch people throw rubbish out their cars, speak about others in total ignorance, speak about world affairs in total ignorance, fill their trolleys to the brim and then request the same amount of plastic bags to carry their unnecessaries. I used to think it was a matter of education, surely if people knew of a different way their choices would be different?

Sadly I am beginning to think that it is pure laziness. Pollution, radiation, poisoning and everything else is obvious you don’t need to be taught. People would rather just carry on doing what they always have before.

So how do we shift from past destructive practices into the totally logical place of health for self and planet? I’ll have to come back to you on that one… perhaps it is the starfish way… one at a time.

What was the world population again?

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Our world makes escaping into a better realm very appealing; our minds offer no fear, no pain, no suffering – all is as it should be.

It’s taken me up to last week (please don’t make me put my years down in numbers!) to accept this truth about myself – while some people see the world through rose-tinted glasses, I don’t see it at all. I was always aware of my illusionary barrier, I just had no idea of how much it ruled me.

I was still caught in the illusion that my fantasies somehow served me, after all my imagination has fueled my vision, ambition, courage, even my identity. I’ll never forget the first time I picked up a fantasy novel – the magnificent DragonLance, filled with wizards and warriors and worlds circled by 3 moons.  Being only 11yr s old I did not know that I had picked up book number 3 in a 9 book series.

This never deterred me as my imagination filled in the previous 2 novels and off I went. It was the start of a long and faithful affair with fantasy.

This year, being inordinately difficult on every level pushed me to finally confront the fact that I had somehow lost the power in my relationship with fantasy and had become a slave. Ignoring what reality was trying to present me with, forgetting that life experienced in imagination can never compare to what reality can give you

My revelations and new found respect for the ignorance of reality-living has gotten me thinking…

Has our imagination evolved with our reasoning minds? Did early man have such a rich world to retreat to when the going got tough?

Has our evolving imagination birthed the depravities that we witness today, or has the depravity of evolving mankind necessitated the need for a fantasy world to escape to?

We retreat from reality because we can’t face the pain around us and within us until even our safe havens are tainted by the shadow that is our current world.

Do we use the power of our imagination to better influence our world in need?

Or do we find the courage to say good-bye to fantasy and face our world eye to eye and change it where it hurts?

Is it worth closing our eyes to see ourselves sailing on the big blue, the wind in our hair and laughter on our faces… when where we sit not one hair has whispered a movement…

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