I am reminded lately that the universe is a very intentional place. No effort or action goes without consequence. Those consequences can be mitigated by intentionality.
In this season of electing representatives, I see so much anguish and fervor. I see a lot of fear. I am remembering that creating anything from fear rarely has a good outcome. I offer to you these thoughts that have been rumbling around my consciousness for the last couple of days, on the topic of “what do I want in a representative” – sometimes alternately titled as “what kind of representative would I be?”.
I wish for a representative who eschews the traditional proliferation of road signs and wishes rather to embrace and make known her/his heart with a handshake and a conversation. A reminder that the energy s/he puts into the world lasts longer when it comes from the heart.
I wish for a representative who avoids fancy dinners with exclusive constituents and favors the community potlucks and neighborhood council meetings. Who accepts a dinner/lunch invitation from industry/wealthy constituents ONLY if a member from the community, whose life is affected by the topic to be discussed at said dinner/lunch, is also invited.
I wish for a representative who remembers that the ‘resources’ s/he manages are not privileges but are rights; that these ‘resources’ are shared by all and should be considered and discussed within the greater community, rather than in a small group of exclusively selected participants.
I wish for a representative who does not complain when her/his constituents get saucy or loud when it comes to solving the wicked problems we face.
I wish for a representative who does not have a cold heart and will stop everything to make sure that the most vulnerable among us are cared for, rather than continuing ‘business as usual’ as if nothing is more important.
These are a few of my wishes. What are yours?
This morning I reinstated a spiritual practice that I have been neglecting. I wanted to share in case it resonates with anyone else. Personally, I believe that this practice has profound implications for moving us toward the world we dream of…if we dream of a world of harmony, reciprocal and balanced relationships.
In my meditation, I searched for those areas where I am imperfect or out of alignment with my higher self. One of those was ego; being too full of ego.
Ego is a part of our psyches that we can’t ignore and we shouldn’t ignore it. Like everything and every component of this existence, it is capable of both light and dark. Mine has been super heavy.
So, I brought that out into the light. Asked for help in balancing, for good and graceful lessons, and leave it in peace knowing that my intent is affirmed.
It is not meant to be a way to berate or abuse my spirit. It is meant as a good medicine, to clean and discard what is hurtful and to learn a good lesson that helps others and myself be our highest selves.
It’s going to be a hot summer, apparently. Those of us who work with the cooling, healing aspect of water are being called to speak that wisdom into the winds and on the lands.
In all the years I have been on this planet and observing, conscientiously, the struggles of our attempts to build and sustain egalitarian social structures…I don’t recall ever having observed a scenario where a conflict was resolved after burning a flag. I could be wrong, but my memory informs me that this act only drives a deeper divide in the conversation.
I’m not a worshiper of any flag. I see the symbolic energy they possess, and I also see the multitudes of injustices that have been inflicted under neath the unfurled fabric. Same goes with many holy texts.
When a flag or a holy text is set aflame, it represents great anger, which may be justified, but is likely not helpful. Meaningful conversation and, therefore, progress are chucked over the cliff and disappear in the smoke.
This is the energetic consequence of burning that which is highly symbolic. Everyone clings to an image, a symbol, of something that has significance and importance to their soul. It’s not just a piece of cloth. Even though it is. It’s not just a book, even though it is.
It is dangerous times we live in. The narratives that are being espoused by people who desire to make money from the suffering of humans and wish to see the world go up in flames have been carefully and strategically crafted. They have engaged the arts and sciences to craft language and images to stoke their angry and hateful rhetoric. They have become very good at their craft.
We who desire peace, egalitarianism, cooperation, and respectful reciprocal relationships must be no less diligent in choosing our narratives and images. Especially when we know that what we are fighting for is good and aligned to natural laws. Especially when we dissect the narratives of the unjust.
There is a difference between tone policing in order to preserve someone’s unjust sensibilities and carefully creating and maintaining strong narratives of justice and balance.
If we espouse a narrative that a whole group is not tainted by the irresponsible actions of a few, we are not paying attention to how that narrative is used to let irresponsible people get away with murder, literally.
We have responsibility to each other, to keep each other on the good road, and in good standing with natural laws. If a person among us decides to stray from that road, and refuses to course correct, then we must choose our road carefully.
The strategies and energies are crucial for a successful return to justice and balance.
Lost in the energies of trying to acclimate back to a North American way of thinking and being, I have reached back to tried and true practices that have held me up in hard times….meditating.
This morning reminded me the importance of managing my energy at a high level (>450h). I am out of practice of intentionally setting the energies for my day. Time to get back to it.
What is good? I have a husband and children who love me no matter what. We are strong in our bonds and hold each other dearly. I also have good friends who offer me that love – and to all I try to reciprocate to my best ability. Also, the rain brings healing in each and every molecule
What is needed? Peace and grounding. To my mind, we are being shaken up on many levels. Deep within our psyches, we reach for peace in the tumult.
What is possible? Peace is possible. In every breath. In every molecule of water that falls to the earth and lands on your skin. In every breath, there is an opportunity to be ground into the healing that is available in the earth. An earth nourished not only by the peace in every drop of water, but also by the feeling of human emotions rooted into the soil.
My life is kind of a mess right now. Not complaining or being over dramatic….just realizing that caring about the world, the community, the environment – and taking on the work that needs to be done – can create messy, chaotic, drained lives.
I do a lot, but because I work full time and am socially awkward, I don’t get out much. My social skills are not ideal, but I try my best.
I wonder sometimes if narcissism isn’t creeping into my heart, because I can be so focused on the work I forget to take other people’s points of view into account. Having gone through the change of life, I’m trying to figure out who I am, assess any new skills I need to acquire, and whether or not I need refresher social skill courses.
I’m going on vacation soon. I’m hopeful that this time away will help my soul recenter, rebalance, and renew so that the work I do will be done in a good way.
Contrary to popular belief there is a difference.
I am contemplating the difference between my personal power and force.
Is it my “doing” or “being” ?
My creative forces feel stagnant. In spite of my “busyness” and seemingly constant motion.
What am I creating? What am I manifesting? What is the fruit of my vibe?
I have been asked to define what decolonizing means. I can’t define it for anyone other than myself. But it might be said that what applies to my process might apply to others.
This article is a good start ….
below is only a sampling of my definitions, as I’m trying to really settle in to the process….and that’s key – that decolonizing is a process. First thing to note, though, is that recently my friend Ron informed me that he has started to use uncolonizing as the preferred language.
In my effort to understand this change, I have developed the following ontological approach to situate my process. “de” as the prefix means to reverse something. “un” as the prefix, is usually not preferred by grammar rules. But I undertake uncolonizing in the same way I undertake undressing….removing, layer by layer, the effects and identities of the colonizer.
uncolonizing means accepting responsibility for the effects of colonization….committing to healing those effects where you can, without being defensive…
uncolonizing means knowing that I have Ojibwe ancestry, but because my lineage was interrupted by colonization, I must be very careful about stepping in to the world and walking the path as Anishinaabekwe…
uncolonizing means that I must never speak or act as if I have agency of any Native person or group without having been granted that agency specifically to speak or act …. it means that I must be aware of my privilege and any power that accompanies it…
uncolonizing means that I must never put myself in front of a Native person. I may be beside, or behind, but never in front…it also means that I must accept that I don’t have to ‘make space’ for Native voices as much as I need to just shut up and get out of the way….
uncolonizing means not engaging in conversations where I allow my anger toward colonizers or colonization to harm the efforts and achievements of Native people….
uncolonizing means that I must embrace my relationship and responsibility to universal and natural laws that govern my interactions with Sovereign Nations, both human and more-than-human and change my behaviors….
uncolonizing means that my behavioral changes must involve my heart, mind and body….it must be holistic and spiritual, above all else…..
This is how I situate myself in this work.
Most are scattered, like dandelion fluff. They land, and either take up residence or become nest materials. But either way, they are productive, even if I can’t see the results.
It used to be that industry justified their lax environmental behaviors with lame justifications like “no people live there” or “it’s not a resource we need, so who cares”. Those are clearly over-simplifications of industry’s justifications. But they are the essence and cut to the core of the problems we face.
Everything has a monetary value in colonial thinking. Or not. The monetary value represents some form of power and leads to exploitation. And the lower that monetary value, the higher the risk for exploitation, oppression, degradation.
The colonial mindset has no capacity for the intrinsic value of life outside of what the colonial lens sees.
It is a sickness. It is a consumptive illness. Consuming the soil/soul until nothing is sacred.
The proof lies in the actions of modern day speculators, profiteers, industrialists. They no longer value water except for what monetary value they can assign to and reap from that relative.
It’s not to say that this illness is new. It’s not. The illness has been on the planet for a long time. Consuming. Destroying.
But every illness has a crescendo. Every illness leads to some outcome. Either wellness or eventual death. The path lies in our ability to apply healing principles, methodologies and thoughts (prayers, if you will).
We have the ability to heal each other, ourselves and the relationship between human and more-than-human kin.
We have to practice and perfect these abilities. And we have to commit to an oath of “do no harm”. This oath can be hard to live up to when others are doing harm. But we must remember universal law and keep close to our personal oath to our kin.
I am staying off most social media for a bit longer. I have come to see it as a false community. And we need real, personal communities. Now, as ever.
We must learn to come together to celebrate and grieve, laugh and argue, hold each other to account to our highest selves and defend that which is good and honorable.
This is how we heal the illness that has permeated humankind. Industry will either evolve with us, or we will evolve away from them.
There is nothing impossible when you live love as a Real Human Being, sovereign with rights and responsibilities.
In my teachings, the fire in your soul is to be tended with great care.
It is important to know when to let it rage, and when to tend the embers. But it is more important to understand the proper way to stoke the fire to a blaze. If you need to blaze it, make sure it’s hot enough to burn out falsehoods and inauthenticity without damaging people beyond repair. Keep a bucket of water at hand, and a ladle. Sometimes the whole bucket is needed, but sometimes you just need to temper with a ladle or two of water.
As we get closer to real change in our society (slow and steady) this teaching is really important.
If we think of our narratives as part of our fire, then we should remember to keep our narratives with care, also. Make sure that they are strong, defensible, and capable of evoking change. Fire is transformative. But it is also destructive. When your narrative is generated from your soul’s fire, make sure it is well tended. Make sure it is transformative. If it needs to be destructive, be sure you know what the consequences are. There are always consequences.
Be strong, my friends. Tend your fire. Tend it well and responsibly.