“Where must we go, we who wander this wasteland in search of our better selves?” – Mad Max, 2015
After the 2008, 2011, and 2014 national defeats, and through many specific losing campaigns since, it’s not unreasonable to slip from melancholy to utopian unreality.
In fact, it’s entirely reasonable to slip back back and forth between the two.
Seven years into this government, hope is very hard to find. Especially anywhere near our Parliament.
In this political era, it’s hard to sustain enthusiasm let alone political hope. Yet we are supposed to be the hopeful end of politics.
I’m employing the abstract noun ‘hope’ because this is as much a spiritual and motivational problem as a political one.
So here’s five ways to blow on one’s own coals, at lest until 2017.
This can lead to …
Nothing major. Not full time commitments. Just a series of little events that sustain you.
You can still march and shout, attend party meetings, rage with the digital throng. It’s not about substitution.
But in this era it’s OK to admit it’s hard to keep going. To hope again requires reconnecting the head, the heart and the spirit with physical discourse with the world.
For the disenchanted, seven years into a nine year stretch, it’s about starting the re-enchantment of everyday life.