It’s clear that as a species, we need the ideas of climate crisis, and global economic and political collapse. We need these seemingly insurmountable challenges to both unite us, and to force us to break through the patterns and paradigms that have brought us exactly and perfectly to this intensely catalytic point in modern history.
I’ve made an awful lot of incorrect assumptions about women in my lifetime.
Maybe it’s just that time of year again, but I find that existential curiosities abound in the darker, shorter days of wintertime. I look at the world, and see that the majority of the dominant species seem intent on self-termination, while an increasingly awake and aware collective is emerging that might save us all from ourselves. I wonder, where do I fit in to all this? Why am I here? Who am I… really?
We often talk about a “better world,” but very few if any of us really know what that means. We just know that something feels wrong, and that it doesn’t have to be this way.
I take in a lot of information from a lot of different sources, and I try to remain open to things that aren’t immediately interesting or exciting to learn or hear about or explore — such as contrasting perspectives that feel “off” or otherwise grind against my sensibilities, values, or beliefs.