Deep in thought, partway into a relaxation, and a mental purging of the events gaining steam and momentum, it hits me.
Folks feel that they must be heard, that their frustration is due to not being heard. I ponder this and feel myself rising above it all, as sometimes happens, for that eagle eye view, for that place beyond worldly noises and sights. From that perch, I survey this mess. I see the beauty and kindness squandered by cynical mockery and practices of cruelty.
It comes to my attention that there is a glaring mistake made by so many of the people engaging in these massive struggles for justice. I notice, context is key. It is the key to unlocking the closed minds of those we push up against. In so many cases, reading a brief message on a sign held up in a march, or heated debates online, the context for the opinions and messages is lost, while being pushed forward into the loudness and fierceness of the opposition.
So much is lost amidst all of this because the context for many arguments and potential solutions are buried underneath the emotions and panicked energy. For example, a feminist might attempt to convince a person about the civil right that is a woman's right to choose. This sensible message is so often taken out of context in order to be destroyed that many people have abandoned the viewpoint altogether.
We do not all laugh at the same jokes, we do not all cry at the same tragedies. There are infinitely varied viewpoints and we cannot agree on definitions of words, like the word "feminism". We are so often presented with information that is so wildly out of context that we reject it, but in reality, we have not properly understood what we have heard or read, so rejecting it is a premature reaction. This is the song and dance of the modern debate. Definitions of terms that we all accept to be understood when they truly are not, and information taken entirely out of context, this is the name of the game.
What I have shared with you here, is what the eagle eye's view has given me. I encourage you to fly above it all to see what you see.
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Flow of meaning always taking shape
Maybe it is the combined energies and intentions of the objects holding space on the altar in the front room. They seem to blend into the background while taking shape with the strength of the beauty they rode in on, the words are properly placed, the images are arranged to tell a story but only in the most subtle, intimate way. Most would walk by the fireplace and what is displayed on the altar with a dismissive nod, and without taking just a few moments to contemplate the strategy, the understated décor that is more than just an aesthetic treat.
Maybe it is an activated presence of Tara, goddess and bodhisattva and being of many roles, all embodied with fierce compassion, blessings of liberation, dissolver of suffering, giver of longevity. I know she fills the room at times and sinks behind invisible veils at other times. Her mantra is right there if one wished to speak it out and see how it feels on the tongue, yes, Tara's Tongue, the name of this blog. It implies mother tongue, it implies a language of compassion, which is one born of her spirit, her light, her courage, her being.
Maybe it is the balance of combined story and essence, as my fingers are guided to place and arrange and move and create and re-create and keep a flow of truth, a flow of meaning always taking shape. To the untrained eye and to the uninitiated, it simply looks like a gathering of objects and cards. One must already be meeting the world one visits in a deeper way to be cognizant of the reality created in the room by what has been shaped and what has been lined up together.
Maybe it is the application of this mantra: "Words weave intention" and that is what I apply when creating this space. It is not only the words that create intention, but each physical piece has a purpose. Each compilation is a snapshot but remains private.
Maybe you will need to create one of your own if you have not already, in order to truly know what I am saying.
Maybe it is an activated presence of Tara, goddess and bodhisattva and being of many roles, all embodied with fierce compassion, blessings of liberation, dissolver of suffering, giver of longevity. I know she fills the room at times and sinks behind invisible veils at other times. Her mantra is right there if one wished to speak it out and see how it feels on the tongue, yes, Tara's Tongue, the name of this blog. It implies mother tongue, it implies a language of compassion, which is one born of her spirit, her light, her courage, her being.
Maybe it is the balance of combined story and essence, as my fingers are guided to place and arrange and move and create and re-create and keep a flow of truth, a flow of meaning always taking shape. To the untrained eye and to the uninitiated, it simply looks like a gathering of objects and cards. One must already be meeting the world one visits in a deeper way to be cognizant of the reality created in the room by what has been shaped and what has been lined up together.
Maybe it is the application of this mantra: "Words weave intention" and that is what I apply when creating this space. It is not only the words that create intention, but each physical piece has a purpose. Each compilation is a snapshot but remains private.
Maybe you will need to create one of your own if you have not already, in order to truly know what I am saying.
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