Age brings wisdom, so they say. I think age brings awareness about self and awareness about self brings awareness of interactions with others. That interaction brings ahah moments and brings you back around to awareness of self.
I am on a journey. I'm discovering myself and trying to learn to be more myself and not what I think others want me to be.
What prompted me to get back on the blog was an interaction with a classmate on a weekend noho (trip away to study Maori culture, noho means to sit or stay). I am learning Maori, part of learning this language is learning the culture as the two are bound together. It's an awakening for me and the beginning of an understanding of the clash of ways of life.
I had been talking to this amazing young maori woman who is a bit out of the box in the way that I feel I am, so we were discussing raising children by homeschooling (which she is), being careful of the earth, recycling etc. In our conversation about her children she said she had not registered any of them. She got threatening reminder letters regarding this for a while which she binned. She feels that her children can register themselves if they so wish when they are old enough to make that decision but feels that tying them into the 'machine' is not something she wants to do.
I have no opinion in regard to this move but it did (along with the rest of our discussion) make me realise or give me the start of an understanding about how it might be for someone from one culture, raised with different priorities, different goals, different family ethics to be forced to be part of another culture.
Society is changing fast, good changes come with bad, life is after all a balance of things. People are becoming more outspoken, it is becoming more acceptable to live the way YOU want to live. So those who have adapted in order to live in the society in which they find themselves, who feel like a square peg in a round hole, who are constantly adjusting their principles because they have no choice or no money to make the choice are rumbling and stirring and will ultimately rise up.
While I applaud the individualism that allows reaction and change I also have the usual plod thoughts of my capitalistic, religious upbringing that craves safety and anonimity. How hard it is to change a lifetime of training, training to be a drone to the rich.
Ramble, ramble, the end.
