“April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Disclaimer: It was the worm moon over the weekend, and as per usual, I notice the lunar cycles tracking with the “too-muchness” of the intensity I’ve been holding – the subtlety of which seems to be diminished by words in ways that feel both profound and vaguely irritating.
“What remains of the dream of human autonomy once the subject has experienced itself as a penetrable hollow body?
I feel weird right now. I’ve been bouncing between different frequencies of vibrational intensity, that shake and move me.
“It is as if consciousness rests upon a self-sustaining and imagining substrate – an inner place or deeper person or ongoing presence – that is simply there even when all our subjectivity, ego, and consciousness go into eclipse.
In these fluid times, the soul has changed location: it is neither within…where our religious traditions mostly situated it nor without, among the wondrous and presumably determined order of the material world, where the natural philosophers hid it.
I’m in a love affair with life right now and she’s giving me an abundance to muse upon.
There are embers of fire warming my belly again. I welcome this fire after giving myself a couple of winter months of rest and patience.
The muse of Pleasure is dancing around me. There has been precious synchronicity with how it’s been unravelling and reweaving me in this Self-Directed Masters, so I will unpack it slowly and indulgently – allow this pleasure to suffuse my life and relationships, and deepen into an ethos guiding personal and systems transformation.
I’ve been on a documentary kick lately, watching films from “The Symbiotic Earth” about the biologist Lynn Margulis, “Storytelling for Earthly Survival” about Donna Haraway, Nora Bateson’s “An Ecology of the Mind” about her father, Gregory Bateson, and “Infinite Potential” about David Bohm.