Making space for change

That thing, where I write about Indigenous people who inspire me….that’s on the stove, on low heat. The list is long of people who bring me joy and inspiration. Thoughts are congealing and I’m setting the heart space for those words to be full with spirit so that they are capable of building a bridge between meaning and understanding. I also need to kind of get permission to write about some of those people, since they aren’t public figures.

Today, though, I am itching to write about overthinking and getting unstuck; about preparing a way to move into the best version of oneself one can be. But also preparing to move into a new way of being as humans.

I’m an over-thinker. Over-thinking isn’t necessarily bad. I’m coming to realize, though, that when life gets rut-stuck, my thinking gets bogged down in the repetitive motions of life and it creates discomfort in my soul. My soul longs for scenery changes;  for new experiences, where my brain has the opportunity to process new pieces of data and new images. Traveling, exposing myself to different experiences and new scenery are necessary ingredients for my thought processes to properly untangle and to be productive. My neural connections, in a rut, remind me of the video game ‘pong’.

Coming to know this about myself, I begin to wonder if this might be a good medicine for the world where people are stuck in thoughts and beliefs, refusing to change, reticent to grow. What effect might being exposed to changes of scenery that are completely foreign to them have on their understanding of the world? Would they begin to think differently as a result of seeing things from a new perspective? Would their hearts be softened? Would they no longer be able to give power to anger, no more than the recommended acknowledgement of said anger?

I am keenly aware of the impact the power of knowledge has had on my life perspective. It has helped me to see the world in a much different light. Because I understand history and because I have dedicated myself to understanding it in context of the human experience, I know that my perspective is different from others. It has also taught me (and the lessons are ongoing, mind you) the power of patience and fierceness in educating the mind and the heart to see truth.

I intend to practice putting myself in different environments so that I can see the world from a new and different perspective. I will take the lesson of the Hanged Man to heart. It will become a tool for me, one that I spend some time developing over the next few weeks. Maybe months.

In the meantime, I will share with you a video that came to me this morning. One that talks about the power of seeing the world through Indigenous eyes. With an Indigenous heart.


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Twylia (the 'i' is silent)

~ I am Anishinaabe-kwe with Scottish heritage and Sami DNA. I speak on the behalf of no one but myself. My ancestors inform and guide me. My voice is but one of many who are calling for change. We have much work to do to create a good space for the real human beings who are waiting to be born.

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