Collect The Dots
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On a recent neighborhood walk I noticed and appreciated what I looked at as though it were an art gallery and that got me thinking about how I can appreciate the details in my awareness in all moments and that got me thinking about the importance of paying attention to what I pay attention to. I continue to pull on the red Kabbalah string and its lessons continue to be comforting and clarifying and inspiring. There is an emphasis on noticing the tendency to unconsciously react and instead choosing to do something different. When I am tempted to feel resentment or behave poorly or indulge a victim story, I can instead pause and feel grateful for the temptation because it gives me the opportunity to respond intentionally, revealing more light in the world. I have become aware of concerns with using the words "masculine" and "feminine" to refer to two modes of existence that correspond to doing and being, giving and receiving, thinking and feeling, and so on. But we need agreed upon terminology so that we can talk about these modes because if we don't talk about them then they are shadow stuff. What other words could we use? Yin and yang? Alpha and omega? Eros and agape? These are a few of the dots I have collected recently. I feel two ways about my often-fragmented attention because it has given me a wide swath of creative interests and magical experiences, but I don't have one Main Thing right now. Something external to me wags its finger and whispers in my ear that I need a Main Thing, but I feel most alive and excited right now by collecting the dots, so I will continue to do that. |
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Today I'm thinking about the lifelong conversation I have with myself. Every decision I make, everything I say and do, every yes and no, every interaction I have is another etch in the marble carving of my personhood with all of its subtle facets and contradictions and jagged edges and smooth curves. I love being me. I love forgetting and remembering the lessons around prioritizing my satisfaction and living for myself over others and giving the people in my life the gift of my truth and my...
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