They can’t help themselves. The power mogols, sitting on their green upholstered thrones, telling us what’s right and wrong. What we have to do to conform to their vision of futureworld. A new NHS, more competition, more development, more, more, more……. All this but actually, for many people their experience is of a shrinking world – less money, less time, less space, less freedom, less, less, less.
As the austerity measures bite and the New Dark Age begins there’s a growing sense of panic. Whatever is tried – quantitive easing, public sector cuts, banking restrictions, there’s still a dawning realisation that something has changed for ever – and few people have got any idea about what to do about it. Looking outward, the world continues to become a more dangerous place. A coalition grows against the likes of Iran and Syria whilst Russia and China stand and watch like disgruntled powerful children. Argentina is complaining against the perceived “militarisation” of the Falklands by Britain. The Eurozone is falling apart and all around a depressive mist descends.
In this atmosphere it is easy to get downhearted. But we still have much to be grateful for. Every day there is an opportunity to count your blessings, lift your eyes to the sky and consider the birds. As springtime beckons our feathered friends are starting to rehearse their courting songs. Little troubled by the latest sad saga in our tragic human history, they are more concerned with finding food, finding a mate and finding safety. Enough is enough.
Looking through the lens an owl glides above Setmurphy Wood in West Cumbria.