Raised By Wolves
Do We Have Capacity To Grow Capacity?
Dear Ones,
Hi mortals. It feels like life sweeps us off course. There is no actual course.
I don’t know what I think until I write it down. What a perplexing new phenomenon. I really ought to embrace it as a speed bump in brain processing times. I find it so strange.
I review my writing notebook to learn from it. I write you these letters from the deepest parts of me. From the parts of me formerly known as shameful. Parts that used to be in exile.
I write my way out. I write my way in. I process the awareness of my vastness. My smallness. I am constantly revising myself, aren’t you? Layer after layer after layer. Labor of love.
Why do humans always hunger for that which we can’t have? For what I call the 3 C’s: Control. Constancy. Certainty.
Mental agility is a great tool for modern times. The ability to adapt to environments, think quickly, and learn new things may come in handy.
I choose to unveil. By unveil I mean hide no parts of me. Let’s be honest, friends. My camouflage attempts never really worked anyway. Not here. Not there. Not anywhere.
How do we authentically engage with the world and at the same time avoid getting hurt by it?
Why does modern society keep tearing out the sutures of my healing wounds? At least there is no purulence in the wounds now. Not growing past marked borders. Progress. No progression. I suture. I dehisce. I suture. I dehisce. Okay okay, I get it. Life is about rupture, repair, rupture, repair multiplied by infinity. Roll with the punches. Even our human language tends towards violence.
Ever wonder how much time you spend per day on someone else’s dream? I do.
Ever wonder why the kindest get the roughest ride? I do.
Wonder is one of those endangered human faculties. We learn so much from kids.
DO HUMANS HAVE THE CAPACITY TO GROW CAPACITY?
It is not that we do not want to love and support other humans. With all our broken hearts we do. Most of us do not have capacity at this moment in time. For some reason or 1000.
Get out of the ego sandboxes, sapiens. For the love of sperm whales. These division tantrums are so stale. It is not us or them. It is not patriach or matriach. It is not superior or inferior. These polarities flatten us. Endless epidemics of righteous reductionism tire us all.
We are all interconnected. We are one species. I sound like a broken record.
Can we grow the capacity to be present without finger-pointing? The capacity to relearn how to support one another authentically. In different ways than before. Whole ways. Unfamiliar ways. Ways that these wild times call for.
What if love and support were as simple as the gift of our presence? Taking the time to be present. If we are not present with one another, everything is bullocks.
*Nessa Tip*: Think you are being supportive? Think again. How can you truly support loved ones in ways that they need not what you think they need? How about you start by simply asking them? Half the time they won’t even know themselves and this can prompt healthy explorations. One’s capacity to support grows with the exercise of it.
Capacity is a native seed.
We have access to it. It is hardy and propagates. Stop scrolling, turn those thumbs green with me.
Maybe we will figure out how best to serve this changing earth together. Maybe not.
Either way, we humans rise and fall together. Say that again. We humans rise and fall together.
WEEK IN PHOTOS - My garden is a sangha.
May All Beings Find Peace.
Nessa
Nessa: This particular sentence stood out to me: "Ever wonder how much time you spend per day on someone else’s dream? I do."---I never thought of it that way, but now that you put it that way, I'd be thinking about it differently. Thank you for sharing this piece.
Impermanence has been a favored thought of mine lately. As I interpret the meaning of impermanence in my life, it does negate the drive for control, constancy and certainty. I think it leaves me stronger. Nessa, a good post. The culture report is a funny twist. 1+ penis? Treat with estrogen?