Frass Out Loud – A Rant…

Granny Frass Speaks: The World’s Gone Wobbly and I’m Not Having It…

Well now.

I’ve been bursting to get a word in. Up here, the view’s clear, the tea’s hot, and the ancestors are all sitting around shaking their heads. And let me tell ye something: the world’s gone wobbly.

It’s like someone pulled the thread out of the jumper and now it’s unraveling faster than Fanny McFox on discount day at the chemist. And I’m not talking about one or two wee slip-ups. I’m talking about a full-blown epidemic of disconnect.

They’ve Been Programming You, You Know…

Aye. You heard me.

You’re not broken, you’re programmed. Since the cradle, you’ve been fed a steady diet of “you’re not enough,” “buy this and you’ll be loved,” “do this or you’ll be left behind.”

Well let me tell you, back in my day, we didn’t need an app to tell us when to breathe. We knew how to walk barefoot on the earth, dig spuds with our hands, and laugh ‘til the tears came. And now? Half the world can’t sit still without a screen lighting up their face like they’re a slot machine.

Disconnected from the Earth, Each Other, and Ourselves…

You’ve all wandered off, not just from each other, but from your own selves. And it’s not your fault, love. The world’s loud, and the noise is deafening.

But do you know what happens when you stop listening to your own soul?
You forget who you are. You start believing that your worth lives in your job title, or your waistline, or how many likes you get for a dinner you didn’t even enjoy.

It’s Time to Wake Up and Put the Kettle On…

So here’s what you do, if you’re feeling lost:

Turn off the noise.
Go outside.
Put your hand on a tree and your bum on the grass.
Make a cup of tea with leaves, not labels.
And for the love of all things holy, stop taking advice from people who make money off your misery.

🐾Darcifer adds with a low growl from the beyond:

“Sniff the air. Trust your gut. And if someone makes you feel small, piddle on their lawn, metaphorically speaking, of course.”

A Wee Bit of Truth from Your Granny Frass…

You were born enough.
You don’t need fixing.
You need remembering.
Who you are. Where you come from. The land. The stars. Your wild, weird, wonderful soul that can’t be captured by algorithms or nine-to-fives.

“Healing,” I always said, “starts with honesty.”

And sometimes, the most honest thing you can say is:

“This isn’t working for me.”

So say it.
Say it to the noise.
Say it to the programming.
Say it to the life that doesn’t fit anymore.

Then come find me by the campfire, I’ll be the one with the flask of tea, a deck of oracle cards, and a laugh that could raise the dead.

Because love, the world might be off its rocker…but you don’t have to be.

– Granny Frass