An Incommensurable Crack
One organism... one body...
This week, I posted two social media posts that might help us orient the territory in which we find ourselves… as we begin to see more and more populist expressions coming up from what some might say “out of nowhere”.
I invite us again into listening mode.
A friend of mine texted me yesterday saying “every effort is tainted with the very thing it confronts.”
And I responded by saying “yes, that is because we all belong to each other”.
We have been taught linearity. We have been taught metrics and duality. It is as though an already originally drastically misinterpreted “narrow way”, has jumped ship, and found itself very welcome in this territory of setting out a perfect, flawless, (puritanical?) table, that allows only one tool for eating, and only one way of lifting that tool to our mouths. All other ways and forms must be captured, and caged, and exiled, perhaps even trashed, for the future to unfold exactly how we think it ought to.
This is what colonization and monoculture has always done.
Here is my first post from earlier this week:
In these past few weeks, I have been looking for an art style that might give voice to intuitions that have been arising, due to the intensity of compression we are in.
I had never heard of Ernst Bosch and ‘rhizomatic art’, until this week.
Something I particularly am drawn to with this 3D piece, are the cracks inside of the work.
Many of you know I have come out stating that I am listening to the Canadian truckers, although I do not agree with their tactics or politics… and I’m very much listening to the vast amount of people this movement has struck a chord with around the world. My doing this has triggered quite a lot of push back, and also some beautiful sharing from the heart, in my inbox. And I understand why. Especially for the people who live downtown, and have been effected by the horns. (Of the 5 people who wrote to me about the horns, I understand they have had a very difficult time.)
That being said … I want to consider something.
It’s pretty obvious that the binary isn’t working… we’ve literally become each other’s hall monitors and that energy has moved up to very dangerous legislation on both sides. So I’ve been heading deeper down to examine the mycelial activity of us. Deeper, deeper, below this encrusted polarization is not spiritual bypassing … it is more about getting down and dirty in the microbiome of our collective gut.
Is there a way for some of us to lead by example, no matter how hard it is… and do a deep practice of not separating ourselves, but instead… to somehow hear this bombastic honking as some sort of organistic, rhyzomatic, sound coming from a very incommensurable crack, in our systems and ourselves?
I see now that the ol’ provocateur himself is taking advantage of this movement that is now in the US, and I spent an hour in silence last night disempowering those same old trickster manipulations in my spirit.
I will not give him any more of my energy, or contemplative power.
He’s writhing somewhere in one of those cracks too.
We are an organism, and we can’t get away from each other.
Contemplative courage is no longer simply a hobby… it has become a necessity… if healing is the actual goal. I don’t mean that in fundamentalist terms… I mean that from a very surrendered, humbled out place.
And here is the next post I did this week:
I thought I would share this beautiful work of art here today, as we tearfully pray for Ukraine, and as we also continue to tell the complex stories of colonization, European immigration, or refugee movement, to Turtle Island.
The more I stay with the discomfort of this epochal storm, the more I can see we are an organism... and if we don't bring compassion to how intricate we are collectively, we will end up signing over so much to the power of surveillance in our futile attempt to dissect the other from ourselves.
This dance production takes my breath away. I'd much rather be working artfully in the trenches, with these complex stories, than through the top down, dangerously overreaching dictation we are seeing.
We belong to each other. What we do to one group, will come back to our own.
Lastly, a couple of things to consider listening to:
I had a conversation with The Whole Person Revolution podcast this week, about not cheapening gifts by saying they’re a bargain, or free. From the vantage point of a recording artist who relies on the gift economy, it is more about offering richness with all our heart, trusting in a mysterious resounding fertility… like broadcasting seeds with abandon, not micromanaging where they fall.
My friend Steve Bell has co-written a gorgeous new song with one of my patron saints, William Blake… and it has helped me along this week, in holding space for opening up to ecosystem thinking.
Like… instead of this narrowing, exclusionary, set of tenets, that discards a very vast, and very mixed group of people from the conversation, how do we broaden our perspective into deeper trust of each other?
This lack of trust destroys the possibility for a beautiful alchemy, coming from our collective, and spheric, center.
We cannot get away from each other.
lovely to spend some time in your thoughts, as I wove through your writing..... Yes, the binary has us searching for the next thing that is groaning to be born. "Strangely born we birth each other." Thank you.
All of This. I sit with so much and never find the right words. For me, it seems that we have not come to wholistically lament the evils of "top down" colonization, which have become status quo as "leadership". Many do not even recognize this, as they are simply trying to "survive" within the created "systems"... And, it does seem that art-dance-music help integrate our spirit/soul back in with our "lived experiences". My spontaneous dance parties have been a survival tactic for me during covid season. May they continue!