For those who live on the surface of life with all its flotsam and jetsam – and marine litter (plastics, mainly) – it would appear that matters are rising to a crescendo. We have global warming, fire-storms, drought, civil war, nations testing nuclear arms as a show of strength and this virus mutation has caused hospitals to be overwhelmed. First responders are becoming exhausted and gripped by compassion fatigue. Where is the still point, the place of being and awareness of our true nature? Where is the still point of this turning world?
