What an intense period in time we live in. You can feel the turnaround arising on every level. Things are breaking open. Last night the Panama Papers were made public. Showing again that people who are attached to power, vast conditions and greed start losing power. And the role of media in all this is vital. What is being asked from media now, is to forget about the ratings, even though the pressure is extremely high, and to communicate with an honorable and truthful voice.
Last week friends went to a Dutch theatre satire called ‘De Zender’ (‘The Broadcaster’). The show is about people working in media who are getting tired of the negative stuff they have to write or broadcast in order to let the ratings grow. But there seems to be a turnaround here as well. Sunday night Tegenlicht did a wonderful edition on the output of happiness. Showing great initiatives are arising, based on a purpose economy; purpose over profit. And this article from a young woman working at Oneworld for example. It shows there is hope in Burundi, a place filled with war, fear and anxiety. It shows the beauty and strength of people living in a suppressed environment. Within all this sadness, still seeds of hope are growing, words not allowed by their governments to be spread.
My career has been in PR the last fourteen years. Public Relations. And I know a lot of honorable journalists. But they have to work hard to keep their readers and are under an extreme pressure to make things work, swimming against the tide. Not exactly the natural flow of things. It makes them stressed and living under pressure. Of course the journalistic neutral stories should be brought, as that is the basis of journalism. And after that let’s choose hope over fear as the world is full of inspiring stories that would influence the public with possibilities, a feeling of positivity and maybe even a smile. It would help create a better world. There are so many initiatives that deserve to be heard. Give them a voice! Let’s make PR about Public Responsibilities, because that makes us all write from a point of integrity. And that will assure beautiful stories.
So…I used to be a person who was pretty well organized. Always everything planned, at work as well as private. Children’s clothes ready for the next day by the time they went to bed, breakfast on the table for the next morning, keeping a clean house, keeping up with the laundry (except for the ironing, I hate ironing), a household in which to my perception everything was quite well organized. Organizing stuff at the primary school of the kids, working for my clients and delivering at the right deadlines, always everything under control. Or…was that just an illusion?
Avatar, a fantastic science fiction, did you see it? All those huge blue creatures with their tails riding dragons? Such a beautiful illustration. Amazing how he managed to show and tell people by imagination. As I don’t know the man, I’m not sure if he meant it to be that way, but it’s funny how close James Cameron got to the true essence of our planet the way I see it. I believe we have the exact same collective consciousness as he shows us in the movie with the Na’vi. Unfortunately there are no dragons on earth to ride anymore.
Knock on that door! It was the first sentence that came to my mind while I positioned myself outside again this morning. Now today was a bit different as I wasn’t quite sure if I had to keep on doing this early morning session outside anymore. The last few weeks our son has been pretty moody and uncontrollable and I suddenly realized yesterday, the timing matched exactly with the moment I started my morning meditations and writing. The thing is, that we always cuddle a lot in the early morning. He is five years old and always sneaks into our bed around 6.00 AM. The exact time I got up these last few weeks. So yesterday, after ten minutes outside realizing this, I packed up my things and joined him for a big hug. And after that I doubted whether I should continue. I made myself a promise to keep on doing this on a daily basis, but whenever I felt like doing it. And sometimes I write, sometimes I don’t. Now this morning when I woke up, I felt I wanted to go and sit outside. So that is what I did. And what happened? Ten minutes later I heard a knock on the kitchen door. It was our son…I felt deeply moved and asked him to join me outside under my blanket. He folded himself up in my lap and told me he missed me and wanted me to be there when he woke up. It was one of those miraculous moments.