Mira has been knitting since childhood and inevitably she also learned how to unravel a project for fixing or redoing, and she knows that unraveling is faster and easier, takes no thought, planning, organization, or attention, just a long pull and voila, you’ve got yourself a pile of knotty yarn and a big mess. And this is about how she feels about the state of the world at the moment.
The unravelling usually begins at the edges, away from the center of things, out of sight and out of mind until the mess is in the living room, in her face, in her business where it can no longer be ignored. The inconvenience, the upending of her peaceful life even though everything superficially is as it always has been knocks her off her axis and as a dancer she knows what that means for the next steps… look out we are going down,
Thomas Friedman in his latest book talks about the three accelerations that are colliding and creating chaos. Technology, markets, and climate change are the accelerating forces driving interesting advances as well as unparalleled disruptions. These processes are shredding the human cultural fabric unevenly across the global spectrum and making her head spin with the movements and losses as the natural and cultural worlds collide. She thinks we are like parents watching a toddler knock over a table of fine china, numbly staring after screaming at the horrendous crash.
Mira wishes there were some moments to take a deep breath and recuperate from the onslaught of radical unwinding but the avalanche set in motion just keeps coming.
Mira finds a tangle of ideas she has never contemplated if she looks outside her usual sources and begins to notice that the fringe of the ideologue spectrum is not an inspiring place to be with its rigidity and calcified beliefs resistant to moderating influence. The center seems to have been swallowed by the extremes and the cross connections are atrophied. She feels the call to plumb her own dark depths - beliefs and knowing, separate from the -isms flapping around her.
After several in depth interviews with Trump voters, seemingly satisfying to both parties, Mira's listening tour abruptly ended. She'd found people by holding up a sign in front of Target asking to listen to Trump voters, and through Facebook. Well, she was soon asked to stop her soliciting practice at the department store and the other contacts after initial interest faded into black silence. She doesn't know what to read into this situation but it is clear that listening is not as easy to arrange as she imagined. Sad, because it was her medicine, the only thing that feels good in these dark times.
Except for .... wordless tango, which always feels good, especially in the shadows. And so maybe these are tangled tango times, dancing with the angst in dark fiery footwork while the crazy world crashes on. No invitation to the inaugural ball as been forthcoming. Did someone mention her fantasy?
Most disturbing is the lack of road map, plans, cooperation, or even hope for finding a new way out of the quagmire. It’s as if Mother Nature has given up on us, leaving us defenseless and confused over the mess we created. Or … like a fierce mother, is she letting us figure it out, in response to our own mistakes?
Mira knows we have most of the science and technology to take care of the problems and are all wondering if we will find ourselves to be the great Us we are waiting for to take the action needed to right our ship.
Apparently Kali, Hindu goddess of death, destruction, and resurrection has come to America. Mira is with her... and wondering what resurrection might look like.
Is this why we need the destruction before the resurrection, a total clearing away of the old to make room for the new? Is this the fertile ground for real creativity? Not a rearrangement of the previous ideas, but truly fresh possibilities that require us to create by drawing from the entire spectrum of possibilities? She is bracing herself for an interesting year.