I have too much and too little to say. So much that it’s difficult to organize; so little, that I question its importance. How can so much become so little? It shrinks between my brain, my fingers and the page; weeding ideas isn’t a fluid motion; it is choppy, sloppy and sometimes, fruitless–as it has been for me these last few days. Making a mess of it, seems like a likely result, but I’m human–making a mess and fixing it is what I do.
I want to write. I want to share ideas. The goal is not to impose but to question. It is not to judge but to explore curiously–everything. What am I exploring? Well, life, and all of its facets. Relationships, love, politics, religions, education, play, work, illness and community. I’ve likely forgotten something, but it’ll come out as I think and write.
Exploring curiously means questioning the many facets of each of the items above. Asking questions, researching ideas and exploring the sentiments and meaning of each. Do we need all these things in our lives? What do they look like today? What do we want them to look like? How do we want to approach each of them? Many of these topics represent things we don’t really want to look at. They are off-limits. We don’t talk freely about politics or religion, especially, as they are considered to be topics of deep emotional connection–we have trouble listening to opposite opinions on them because we are so indoctrinated by our own beliefs. My experience, anyway.
So, how do I, as a thinker and a writer, involve others in a communal discussion around the necessities that life as a human being imposes on us? Where do I even begin? I’m going to go deep within myself; I’m going to dig into my own psyche and actually share parts of it with you. It is the only thing that I know, for sure, exists because it comes from within me; it comes from who I am. IF I can maintain this passion, and I really hope I can, we are embarking on, not only a journey of self-discovery, but also dipping our minds into discoveries around topics of interconnectedness.
My theory? Focusing on ourselves allows us to live together in a harmonious way. It’s a dialectic phenomenon. Focus on ourselves in order to become closer to others. So…I’m trying it. I’ve been focusing on ME for a couple of years now and I will continue to approach life this way, but NOW, I want to bring everything together by inviting others on a journey of reconciliation with themselves and others. If we can’t accept our own shortcomings and human evolution, how can we accept the humanity of others? I dream of a human experience with myself and others because that is what I am capable of–as a human. What do you dream of?
In the days ahead, I’m going to allow my creative voices to come alive! You, too, have value and an insightful intelligence inside you. If you are one of the ones who wants to use it? I am here to listen! I’m going on this journey. You may join, if you like…
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I too want to explore these things I put on a put on back burner because they are hard to resolve or make peace with.
I need to understand why I put things off that could help my mobility more, or will this level of pain and arthritis always hold me back? Am I letting it? Plan for pool, excuses ; early timing and frigid temp. But can I handle that for one hour a day x 5. Of course there are obstacles but to let them win and if so why?
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Hey, that’s a curious question and one to be welcomed, “how will exploring these life events affect my physical abilities, if at all?” There is evidence to suggest that finding yourself allows greater access to healing…to what extent, I have no true idea except to say that my symptoms of fibromyalgia have virtually disappeared during my journey towards self-discovery and inner healing. Sometimes just making the effort to understand ourselves and our true nature allows that nature to heal itself. I don’t know if that helps or not, but thanks for your comment! Jaidan
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