I went to an AWESOME Celebrate Recovery event today at work. Man, you want to see a movement of spirit – check out radical and recovery oriented wellness modalities. They wake people up. It’s pretty amazing that the peers at work, many of whom are generationally prone to addiction and experientially vulnerable to disorder, well – they GET IT.

I love humanity at work.

So, I am plucking at tendrils of understanding the beautiful orchestration of theme and archetype and am delighted by the details of the stories that seem to be springing up left and right.

I even understand why consensus is so important. If there is one disruption of the investment in positive orientation, then the mechanisms by which movements gather are pushed awry. Consensus is not about saying “I agree to agree in gesture” it is about wholeheartedly investing in an idea and the feeling it generates. Thus, if one feels burdened by the process of a group – if it doesn’t suit one’s particular skills or attributes, well figure out a way to contribute that which is true to you in the best way possible. Work within your lives to expand beyond your lives.

Consensus of feeling is far more important than consensus of codified agreeance.

One thing that I do REALLY appreciate about this movement is that, at its core there seems to be a STRONG ELEMENT of

PRIDE!

Pride.

pride

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PridePridePridePridePridePride…

We were told it was a sin to value ourselves as we are and might be.

Our system of machinization destroys hope, because if we are encouraged to deny what is most strong in us, we cannot VISUALIZE OURSELVES in any worthy situation…we shrink, we disappear, but we never truly die inside…though sometimes it feels as if we may, in fact, be dying inside.

Welcome back to life, my friends.

Mad Pride In ALL.

So, there you have it…

Last fall, when I was thinking about a movement like this, under – in fact – the somewhat bungled impression that one was in fact happening. Not in the form of staged events with defined role and character, but in the subtleties at the edge…I knew something was happening, I just didn’t know when. My life began to feel like a story, as if I’d stepped out of myself and then returned brand-new, confused and scared. I wrote and thought a lot about how I would handle it if I somehow – by providing evidence of our ability to gain sense from our big field consciousness. By explaining that ALL written language was based off of some very special patterns in nature that seem to come around every so often to make shapes and tell stories.

I grew very impatient and tangled in possible explanations for the feeling of exploding birds in my chest – wow…there’s an image:/

I was picturing the great flocks of starlings that gather in the winter trees here. How they cackle and caw cacophony and then – *ALLOFTHESUDDEN* – take off at all once in an audible rush of wings.

Mad Love. Always.

KEEP IT TOGETHER, lose it apart…

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