PROMPT: What do I believe about this world, and what is my place within it?
This life and earth are a gift. Such a gift. This gorgeous, mysterious, balanced, energetic, sparkling gift. Ocean water. Rain water. Neurons firing. Actions. Inaction. Love. Hate. Spirals. Deep wells. Dirt under my fingernails. Red wine and hips. Movement. Breathing. Pissing. Crying. Sweating. F*cking. Gyrating around and around and around your mental space. Brainwaves. Laughter. Sink holes. Microphones. Baked goods. Chickens. Games. Players. Rapture.
I believe this world has spun away from itself. That new things are good and dark and we can choose how to use them. Phones. Netflix. Jet planes. Nuclear power.
Fire.
Water.
Earth.
Air.
Metal.
Wood.
Consciousness. All of it. The collective lump, hump, bump. Baby bump of tech and we don’t know what we’re giving birth to.
This is why we must start with heart.
Me. My soul. My heart. My LOVE FOR ME.
That is first. Oxygen mask first for me, then for you. Because even though that feels weird, it’s the way it must be. And the reason why our planet sprang back to life during those two weeks of stillness is because alignment is lightning fast. Energy responds, shapes itself, moves within you and around you and BAM.
Healing.
Cleaner air.
Braver animals.
Greener streets.
If we learned to tell ourselves what we really felt without lying or masking we would all say this:
I am scared. I am in pain. I am hurt. I am insecure. I want to be included. I want to be loved. I want to laugh. I want to sleep. I want to connect.
Loving ourselves opens up a magic doorway. No, seriously. Because then you can love outward the way we are meant to. You can love your neighbor even if they have a goddamn leaf blower on high. You can love your boss who smells bad and doesn’t agree with you politically. You can love the dog that doesn’t stop barking every single morning. You can love the commute, the elevator, the shitty plastic wrapped lunches.
You can open your heart to solutions instead of perfecting the identification of the problem.
You can see others through the eyes of love. Of god. Of unity.
Oneness, they say.
Yeah, that.
It’s true, what they say about everything being connected. We are.
And so we need to take care of each other. We need to understand how to care for our home that supports our every need.
There is a reason for their surprise, those archaic Europeans, when they came to North America and exclaimed that she was untouched. Her billions of birds and American Chestnut trees, rivers and giant buffalo. Beavers and flowers and medicine and sunshine.
Why did they think this?
Because the people that were already here understood everything I’m trying to explain. They lived it.
They lived here.
And they understood how to take only what they needed. How to love self and clan and land. How to look behind in the foggy distance to their ancestors and ahead to the unborn they will never meet and make a decisions that are for the good of all.
How to look at a doe or a white pine or a person and say, “you are my relative.”
We are all relatives.
We are all connected.
We are being called to return to ourselves. To remember what works and what doesn’t. To balance Justice’s scales. To let them tip but only for better understanding, never for destruction.
We have everything we need.
Everything we could ever dream of.
Isn’t this world enough?
It IS… if YOU ARE.