The current polycrisis is not only a loss of species or of human decency; it is a loss of story-
a rupture in the narrative of belonging.
To live soulfully is to live as if the world matters, because it does.
It is to remember that psyche is not housed in the head,
but diffused through rain, feather, and river.
When we see reclaim the imaginal, we no longer stand apart as observers.
We’re more than a mere witness. The alchemy of self and other
becomes lucid and we find ourselves inside a vast and shimmering conversation.
Concepts like oneness and multiplicity, unity and differentiation,
duality and non-duality dissolve into the vastness of the night sky. These will never capture the mystery.
The return of enchantment is not a romantic escape; it is a homecoming.
It is to realize that the healing of the world depends on our willingness to feel again-
to be touched, moved, and even broken open by beauty.
To grieve the passing away of an old dream, the dream of me and my life
and the way I was so sure it would turn out, the way it was “supposed” to turn out.
Within these tears – personal, cultural, collective, and cosmic – the healing tincture flows.
Without the capacity to mourn deep in the body, inside the tissues,
the water of life cannot find a way in.
The world waits for such remembering.
I wonder how long it will wait, though.
~Matt Licata
when I lean into love as it is…
inquiry for today~ how will you measure your day?
Give me books,
French wine, fruit,
fine weather
and a little music
played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
~John Keats
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