My Dream for the World

This is my prayer for all of us

I dream of a world in which wholesome, nurturing food is available to everyone, freely. A world in which drive-throughs offer economically accessible salads, sandwiches, and soups. Juices, teas, and milks. A world in which all farmers know their land, know their crops, know the cycles of the seasons and are paid handsomely for their wisdom and efforts.

I dream of a world in which bees are free to stumble across untainted flowers, finding themselves intoxicated with nothing but nectar. I dream of a world in which animal predators are allowed to exercise their instincts without judgment, without the threat of death at the hands of humans — the most dangerous predators that ever stepped foot on this planet.

I dream of a world in which no one fears a visit to the doctor. A world in which bankruptcy isn’t only one ambulance ride away. A world in which doctors talk to patients with the understanding that our bodies are always striving for health — not creating diseases. A world in which we don’t have to suffer through discomfort or recurring health crises just because we can’t afford medication or treatment.

I dream of a world in which children never suffer. A world in which they are born in perfect health and never get sick. A world in which they cannot be victimized, neglected, or preyed upon. A world in which their blossoming is paramount.

I dream of a world in which every person has a safe and warm home. A world in which basic needs are met: hugs, cuddles, comforting food, nourishing words, warm beds, full hearts. A world in which all paychecks easily cover this expense, this most basic need.

I dream of a world in which I don’t have to write under my middle name, but can be free to write under my given name. A world in which I have no fear of a man following me again, barricading my car with his own so I cannot leave until he decides he’s ready to let me. A world in which a woman sharing her opinion doesn’t invite hateful comments or death threats. A world in which my voice and the voices of all women are respected — no, sought out and longed for.

I dream of a world in which I can go out in public without a bra on, letting my DD’s sway without fearing the comments this might inspire, the long, leering gazes, the catcalls. A world in which I can write about my desire and sexuality without being flooded with emails asking me for sex, for access to my body, for more, more, more. A world in which I never have to worry that I’m only one statement or one outfit away from being assaulted or even raped. A world in which I never again have to look over my shoulder before getting into my car at night.

I dream of a world in which I can say whatever I want and wear whatever I want, just as men are so free to do. A world in which I can sleep with anyone I want without judgment from others — or myself. A world in which I was never taught to be ashamed of my body or my desire for sexual pleasure. A world in which I don’t have to “keep my knees together.”

I dream of a world in which women are not taught that wifehood and motherhood are the greatest aspirations of their lives. A world in which every woman feels free to live out the most unique iteration of her life. A world in which motherhood is understood as a multifaceted expression of feminine energy which has nothing to do with a person’s gender or status as a biological parent.

I dream of a world in which women make the same amount of money as men. A world in which we don’t have to negotiate just to get the baseline salary offered to our male coworkers. A world in which there are far more females in positions of power. A world in which we respect feminine energy in the workplace.

I dream of a world in which certain countries aren’t so fucking terrified of having a female president. A world in which these “certain countries” remember that some of the most powerful leaders in history were women. A world in which a female in power is celebrated — and demanded.

I dream of a world in which full rights are restored to all the indigenous people. A world in which they are empowered to make decisions for their communities, their countries, and for the earth, as a whole. A world in which their wisdom is sought after, embraced, catalyzed into action — not appropriated by rich white people trying to sell new age products.

I dream of a world in which restitution is made freely and swiftly. A world in which women, denied the vote for 144 years, are given exclusive (or at least majority) power in the government for that same amount of time. A world in which the monuments of historical figures who fought to protect slavery are removed forever. A world in which the descendants of colonists repair the damage done by their ancestors through their commitment to social policies that will correct the injustices committed, prevent them from ever happening again, and create systemic, long-term change.

I dream of a world in which language and culture are celebrated. A world in which labels no longer separate us but bring us together. A world in which we hold each other up, protect one another, care for everyone as if they were a neighbor. A friend.

I dream of a world that seeks love and celebration. A world in which we all live freely.

© Yael Wolfe 2020