by Janna Diamond
“I would like to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.” - John O’Donohue
What
happens when we begin to awaken to what is in front of us, around us,
and meeting us? Whose truth are we waking up to? Is it the “reality”
of the heat being turned up--literally, like the past summer with the
highest temperatures on record--and also the speed at which crises
are converging? Or is it actually a mirror for our ability to see,
feel, and hear our own truth-telling?
I’ve
witnessed many conscious, politically engaged people recently confess
to idealizing the way things were before they knew a particular fact
or processed a piece of information that caused a shift in awareness.
What went unnamed in these conversation was the acknowledgement that
we cannot go back. That the tighter we hold on to the way things were
or even currently are, the more pain we’ll endure. The tightening
doesn’t allow for flow or unfolding. Or joy.
This
isn’t about running to save the earth by returning her and all
living beings to nostalgic yesteryear--it’s about us slowly peeling
back our armor, especially those deep tough layers, to become awake
in a sleeping world. And as the awakening occurs, not bypassing our
own brokenness for what’s outside us. It is one and the same.
What
pain have we been avoiding? What grief cries out in a faint voice
aching for our attention? Calling in our gifts and doing the work of
our time requires that we face ourselves.
Separation
and othering creates an illusion that we are alone in this pain.
Alternatively, it is our collective awakening that brings us
closer to one another and to truth. Whose truth? Our own and all of
ours together. Freefalling into the unknown brings us to community.
It enlivens our creativity. It invites us to support and hold each
other exactly where we are. It is all we have and it is everything.
Janna Diamond is a movement builder and activist focused on
embodied healing for social change.
Janna works at HIAS, the Jewish organization for refugees.
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