A baby siskin died in my hands this morning, and the way it chose to go reminded me of the situation in Europe. Early this morning I heard a bird fly into the windows in the room below mine – and so did Felix the cat: it was a race between us as to who would reach the bird first, but I won and was able to pick up the stunned creature and put it into a nearby honeysuckle bush to recover. Checking on it a few minutes later I saw it back on the ground, still alive and clearly trying to fly, and put it back in its place of safety. The siskin had other plans for her future for again she flew and fell, but this time Felix was there and I found him with her in his mouth. I retrieved her and she was just alive, but the shock and perhaps an injury caused her to die in my hands moments later. She was determined to die and this was her choice as a means of departure.
Everything, even a concept, has its own energy and its own life, and this applies to the Eurozone too which has its guardians but also its independence of being. The carers, in the form largely of Brussels and Berlin and the IMF, are trying to keep it alive with short term remedies, but the remedies are not enough and are becoming more and more desperate. If the Eurozone intends to end itself, then this is what will happen, like my siskin this morning, and it need not be seen as a disaster.
The life in a dying bird is never extinguished but continues in another form, and so it will be with the Euro and all that is associated with it. It may survive for a brief while longer in its present image and then will crumble into dust, but its heart – the desire for harmony and community well-being – will manifest again, and differently. I did not grieve for the siskin today, and for the same reason I do not grieve for a risky experiment which is completing its passage. All is well.]]>
