That dread is the tell-tale sign that this work is profound and important for me. It activates some unrealized potentials in me.
This disruption is painful and scary. But it also affords us an opportunity – to look at ourselves and our society from a fresh perspective, to better reflect on what’s truly important to us, to reimagine our duty to one another.
“Social distancing” has felt a lot more cooperative, social, and close than the norm.
Maybe if we can just truly be with and listen to our melancholy, it actually becomes the pathway to the insight, purpose, and inspiration that feels lost.
If we could just go all the way back through history, better understand our origins, our genetics, and all the reasons why our cultures developed the way they did, even our darkest moments would make sense.
We often use “shameless” to describe those they aren’t bound by rules of decency or conscience. I think this gets it exactly wrong.
How do I remain invested in the work while remembering that it’s ultimately insignificant?
All we can ever do is create meaning for ourselves. Our work is in listening to what wants to grow in side of us and allowing it to blossom.
This week marks a full year of not smoking weed. This is a real accomplishment for me, but also – I’m realizing – a real loss.
We are constantly developing new capacities, values, and ideas. Yet we also circle around through the same themes and challenges again and again.