An Opening: Moving Through Crisis

How do we love ourselves when we are the rulers of our lives, our families, our communities amidst uncertainties that we have never previously faced?

It has been a long time since I’ve posted, as I have been consumed by my own life growth process. Some of that has been navigating people’s perceptions of me versus the authentic me. It has been incredibly challenging, revealing, and growth promoting. Today, for the first time in quite some time, I feel like I may be on the beginnings of the other side of that hill.

If I have learned anything, it is that life is not linear. It is not predictable. It is not sequential. It is not algebraic, calculated, or certain. In all the ways we work to fit breath into this sequence, it feels like an elementary approach to something far more vast and all encompassing: a small and singular view to something far greater than anything ever before comprehended. I feel like energy is better spent in the experience of joy, ecstasy, and curiosity. The complexity here is that so few share my view.

We are in divisive times.

  • Bad versus Good
  • Right versus Wrong
  • White versus Black
  • Poor versus Rich
  • Smart versus Ignorant
  • Healthy versus Unhealthy
  • Left versus Right

The lists can go on and on and on and on. No matter where you stand or where you look, there is someone ready and willing to tell you how much you should never trust yourself, but rather them. Somehow or some way they know best, not only for themselves, but for the collective as well.

Well, here is my unpopular opinion: it is all best, else it wouldn’t be happening. I have a lot of chaotic energy in my being. It is a part of my archetype. I am also very grounded. It gives me some of the strangest perspectives compared to my fellow man. I tend to fall head long into life, death, rebirth cycle. I have known it for a long time and have befriended it, often entering with sheer curiosity as to what will unfold on the other side. I have lived lifetimes in this single one, and I have loved every moment of it. I have even come to love the parts I’ve hated about it just as I’ve come to love the very parts that I hated about myself. It is freeing, frightening, liberating, and breathtaking.

We are in a global crisis. I’ve never experienced a crisis on a global scale before, but I have in community. I have in family. I have individually. To date, surprisingly enough, I have not only survived every single one, but managed to find a space of thriving with diligence and discipline. I have no doubt that this same unfolding is happening for all of us. The twisting, the writhing, the breaking, the tearing is incredibly painful, my dears, but we all know the purpose it serves. We know the fresh new life coming to us. Let us not forget it. Let us not ever forget it. It is likely more beautiful than you ever imagined, but first, let us wade through the heartache and pain, together, collectively, in love not just for ourselves but for all.

Now let me clarify because this seems to be a confusing concept for many. Love is not the same for everyone. It means, feels, and looks differently for all people. So how do we share love as a collective? How do we love another when we too are sitting in pain? It is far easier than you might think. We let go of control. We release judgment. We do the most unthinkable thing to date in all of humanity. We allow.

We begin to acknowledge that all people play a role. We acknowledge that all archetypes are necessary. We see beauty in the ugly and ugly in the beauty. We begin to acknowledge that we are not THIS and they are not THAT, but rather we are this and that. It doesn’t stop there, my friends, because they too are this and that. We begin to see souls instead of bodies, and little by little, one by one, we begin to heal. We heal ourselves. We heal others. We heal the world. Step by step we heal. Breath by breath we heal.

We begin to show up instead of shut down. We begin to communicate and open. We begin to acknowledge, feel, and see. We begin to connect and widen. We begin to relate and love. We lift as we live. This is how a new level of consciousness is born, spanning across all peoples. The birthing is hard. It is painful. It is scary. However, my God(s) it is glorious.

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