Unfortunately, not even tribe people are enough. We still forget. Memory is a tricky ally. Just getting to this chapter from the last involves memory loss. So we need reminders for how to get our navigational soul GPS up and available at a moment’s notice.
The question is: How do we remember what rings true to our spirit? What has a familiar ring to our soul? We need to ring that metaphorical bell when we need to return home. It is the bell of personal awakening.
The question is: How do we remember what rings true to our spirit? What has a familiar ring to our soul? We need to ring that metaphorical bell when we need to return home. It is the bell of personal awakening.
And we have the precious ring that remembers us home.
Our REM dreams ring personal truth through our unconscious. REM sleep is responsible for the process by which creativity forms associative elements into new combinations. Babies spend more than 80% of total sleep time in REM. But, the older we get, the less time we spend in REM. And the more likely we are to wake up to the myriad of challenges that morph us back into whatever alias we need to get it all done.
It is an unwieldy task, with the amount of disruption in a normal day (forget crisis and catastrophes), to stay centered in the core of who we are. And if enough days go by without some reminder of our individual essential self, we end up feeling lost, like a cog in a wheel, mud relentlessly kicked into our faces as we roll through the ongoing drama-ramas of every day.
We must have a way to remind ourselves, amidst the insanity, that core freedom is felt beyond the borders of thought and real magic is found outside the margins we try so carefully to live within.
There’s an endless array of self-initiated attempts at stillness, centering and peace. There are activities like yoga, running and juice fasts. But they don’t last long. They are tiring and cannot take us all the way home.
There’s poetry in your inbox, tattoos on your wrist, posters on your wall, screensavers on your desktop—but before long most become more like wallpaper than inspirational messages. And they too, are not capable of taking us all the way home.
When something gets my son Leo excited inside in a way he cannot quite describe he says it jiggles his beans. That’s getting all the way home. You can feel it inside. It’s not an achievement, not an accomplishment. To reprise Glinda, from “The Wizard of Oz”…
It is an unwieldy task, with the amount of disruption in a normal day (forget crisis and catastrophes), to stay centered in the core of who we are. And if enough days go by without some reminder of our individual essential self, we end up feeling lost, like a cog in a wheel, mud relentlessly kicked into our faces as we roll through the ongoing drama-ramas of every day.
We must have a way to remind ourselves, amidst the insanity, that core freedom is felt beyond the borders of thought and real magic is found outside the margins we try so carefully to live within.
There’s an endless array of self-initiated attempts at stillness, centering and peace. There are activities like yoga, running and juice fasts. But they don’t last long. They are tiring and cannot take us all the way home.
There’s poetry in your inbox, tattoos on your wrist, posters on your wall, screensavers on your desktop—but before long most become more like wallpaper than inspirational messages. And they too, are not capable of taking us all the way home.
When something gets my son Leo excited inside in a way he cannot quite describe he says it jiggles his beans. That’s getting all the way home. You can feel it inside. It’s not an achievement, not an accomplishment. To reprise Glinda, from “The Wizard of Oz”…
Home is knowing. Knowing your mind, knowing your heart, knowing your courage. If we know ourselves, we’re always home, anywhere.
What can return us to our space of OM? To remembering our three essential elements? It must be something tangible we can hold and see, touch and feel. Could be a ring we engrave with our home coordinates. Or a tree we plant that we’ll see everyday. Or a small bell. Whatever it is, we need something that rings true to our spirit: that rings our personal bell of awakening.
We must navigate the disruption—to find our own circuitous path—back to ourselves—back to each other—back to something we cannot turn on and off. We need to remember our way home, so we can blaze our way forward in a personally meaningful way. Mary Oliver asks, “What will you do with your one wild and precious life?”
We must navigate the disruption—to find our own circuitous path—back to ourselves—back to each other—back to something we cannot turn on and off. We need to remember our way home, so we can blaze our way forward in a personally meaningful way. Mary Oliver asks, “What will you do with your one wild and precious life?”
Disruption is everywhere. It’s true.
But the EMPIRE is YOURS.
But the EMPIRE is YOURS.
