Biology of Change or The “other” side of the mirror

At this time, I’ll turn my back on the surface of the lake and look straight at you, Life. Water is always there, here, when she gets my back, my front is clear, present. I have looked and looked, across, through, inside, attempting to pierce the depth of our mother Water, a.k.a us. I have asked her why she moves away with the tide, and down with the tears. I have cried her when she dries. I have asked her why she travels in and out of me like a snake, passing on a message I can never quite grasp. Around the rocks, along the path, she finds her way. I shifted, just 180 degrees. Now I look toward you. Toward it all. It’s simple at the end, because nothing or nobody really reflects who we are, the inventive mirrors might be playing a fascinating game, such do movies, stories, your mother’s smile, your lovers eyes, a face across the table in a café, but I think that reflections don’t really exist outside of us. They are very tangible, like a photography, a chemical effect of millions of argentum cells swimming through water to transfer your paper self, millions of electromagnetic pixels to make you round, out of little squares. Ammonia, copper and water make your computer, your digital self. All sounds, all waves, matter. So turn your back and let the mirror be in you at all time. Not like a simple reflection of the self, but like the magical spiral of water communicating from skin to eyes, from bones to heart. I’m now in the present time of my non-image, in the concrete space of water. Swimming around the rocks to know you. Fluid. Grounded.

Biology of Change or Inside Out

For the past fifteen years, I’ve lived my life with the strong belief that the twenty first century's major focus of our planet was going to be women and water. As my instinct pushed me to start a quite thorough research on my region’s history and geography, Southern California, to write a script, I saw that concern deepening into an emergency. Around me, the water issue was at best ignored, but more often totally dismissed. Water was known to be needed but not always known to be precious. In a vast desert covered with golf courses, I would hear: “We’re okay, we have a huge aquifer.” That made me jump. Moreover, I’d notice that kind of reaction applied to every aspect of our ecological disaster. “We’re okay, water is always going to be there”. “There’s nothing you can do, we’ll just have to stop eating fish”. “Well, we only need to learn how to desalinized the ocean”.”We’re figuring out how to live on Mars!” Wow. Dumbfounding.

How can we be in such denial that the solution stands outside of us, somewhere in a magic reserve of a new nature, in a life bank account that we think we can pull from? The denial seems to be covered by endless political disagreements and administrative delays. What’s hard to deal with might as well be drained in elected people’s little catfights. The problem is the huge ignorance we live in. Each part of ourselves and of our planet has a specific function, those functions are completely related, for the simple fact that we are ALL product of Nature. Call it God, Source, or Biology, but there’s a system, a process which despite his phenomenal flexibility and resilience, needs a minimum of respect to thrive. To respect is to know. To respect is to listen, understand and care. Our bodies, and more specifically for its special ability to develop new life, women’s body is the very image of the earth. Our DNA are such as those of trees, cats, let alone bonobos. Our uterus is a body of water, and mirrors all other bodies of water.

I have developed this theory in my script and intend to claim high and loud: "Until the day we start to open inward, we are not going to act well outward"! To relay on the water underground reserve, is like saying we should live on Mars. Underground water is set underground for a reason, same is for oil, or diamonds. You don’t take up what’s down, or you mind as well digging holes under your feet until you fall. Humans, we are falling, we are drying, we are drilling, we are cutting the earth. But mostly, we are cutting our feet, our tails, the very roots of who we really are. The Native Indians, Cahuillas, that I’ve worked with, said the same thing, in the 1920's about the pioneers “they took our waters”. Respect your waters, love your waters, and love the phenomenal temples that your body and your mother’s body Gaïa is. Stay wet to thrive .

 Thank you, Native tribes for standing for your grounds and waters in North Dakota, this is a phenomenal event..