Dear Ones,
Hi cycle breakers. Free-thinking beings. Happy almost spring! The moon is eclipsing as I write part of this. Blood moon arrived with totality. It looked red when the sun reflected off of the Earth’s atmosphere. How cool is that?
Thanks for all the support here and in general, Sapiens. For handling my live iterations on here and everywhere. The word gratitude seems too small a word.
Don’t you think that we need imaginative and creative healing options now?
Fresh new ways to be. To heal. To co-create.
I realize these are foggy times and that time is precious. That you even read this (if you even read this) is cool.
I have ideas to share with you. That help carry me through storms.
On March 28, 2025, Cycle 1 of a project called Sanctuary of Awareness will begin. The practice of awareness gives us back time somehow. Simple practices and rituals will be offered weekly for 6 weeks. Gentle reminders.
This pilot is a choose your own healing experiment. You just get an email of suggestions every Friday for 6 weeks. It is choose your own because you pick what topic to engage for the week.
Here is a snapshot (subject to *change* and experimental):
Click here to explore further.
And now on to regular unprogramming…
COLLAPSOLOGY
I am biologist turned collapsologist. Anyone can be an -ist of any sort in today’s day and age.
We are all experts and none of us are experts.
I cozied up to collapse early on (-ish). I clock visible discomfort each time I bring it up.
This Game Of Thrones energy is unmooring, isn’t it? The blow is a touch softened for us politically /nationally homeless ones.
What is a 3 ring circus with no audience? Honest question.
Solution mentality partially got us into these ego tar pits.
Fighting our way out of metacrises is a trap. Picture a giant wormhole. Are we inside of that now? I hope not.
What if we make peace with what did not happen?
What if we shift from maladaptation to adaptation?
DREAM CATCHER
I dream a new way. A refreshing new way.
One that operates outside of traditional violent power structures.
One that is mindful of the pathologies of power.
In this parallel dream world, may we focus on:
small-scale self-sufficiency
psychological and emotional resilience
new relationships with self, others, and nature
localism
eldering
self-expression as a tool for connection
creating > consuming
collaborating > competing
FARMERS’ MARKETS
People of today just want to be spoon-fed into all their orifices. It’s exhausting to witness all of our indulgences.
Do we have capacity to monitor our Ins and Outs? What if we monitor, take notes, and then uncover revealing patterns?
Is there such a thing as a farmer’s market for all consumption types (not just food but digital, shopping, experiences etc)?
It turned out that what was marketed as “convenience” in the West was not too fabulous. Oopsie daisy.
THIN RED LINE
We walk the tightrope. A thin red line. Inebriated by denial.
Our thoughts are mostly spam! I used to have too many tabs open in my brain. Before doing contemplative practices.
Can anyone guess what my greatest fear is?
Sameness. It is sameness. It terrifies me.
It used to be earthquakes and heights. Weren’t those the naive, carefree days?
My greatest fear now is the sameness of tribalism. I am starting to think tribalism is the opposite of critical thinking. Critical thinking is a salve. It comes with a rare ability to hold multiple perspectives at once.
EXTREME TRIBALISM
Tribalism can be useful for social cohesion until….it’s not. The whole “find your tribe” thing circulates.
We witness tribalism eroding our civility.
It becomes weaponized in psychological war. Spreading propaganda is used as a means of mass control. No one is free of manipulation. What foolishness to think otherwise.
Cons of extreme tribalism:
Fragmentation, Hoarding, Isolation, Paralysis, Endangered critical thinking, Monkey brain hypertrophy, Division, Destruction, Resistance to adaptation, Collapse
I’d rather be in the margins.
Adieu The Us. vs. Them paradigm. Competition over collaboration. Dog eat dog world. Goodbye.
Hello to something different.
Magical moment captured in Hanalei, HI and hope for upcoming spring:
LONG VIEW
Mass awakening has reached a critical mass. Radical honesty rates are increasing. How charming!
To be honest, I am relieved of these developments. I was born in the late 1900s. I don’t fit in the boxes you try to put me in.
We systemic disrupters have no failure of imagination. Wanderlust. Wonderlust.
Thank goddess now for the light of my understanding. Ahh, that inextinguishable light.
Thank you for experiencing this labor of love with me. Sharing, commenting, liking, connecting, and subscribing = loving.
If you feel compelled, check out a social experiment and other offerings in the Sanctuary of Awareness pilot.
May All Beings Find Peace.
To connect, click on the calendar link here or reply to this email.
Nessa (born at 333 ppm)
I love Nessa Sanctuary! Thank you, Nessa. So much.