By now, I may have worn my readers out with this whole concept of being “woke.” But since the mainstream media focused most all of its attention on this with regard to male gender roles and the need for men to “wake up” and diverge from the patriarchy, I wanted to come back and briefly discuss women in this regard too.
And I do need to bring to this an end. So, I won’t go too far with this post.
Continue reading Being “Woke” – Part 5 Rewilding and The Divine Feminine
Well, I’ve been developing this series to try to draw the conversation into to what it means to be “enlightened” or “conscious” in our gender roles. Particularly for men.
I’ve talked about matriarchal versus patriarchal societies, the origins of the buzz word “woke” and cultural appropriation, and Alpha and Beta males. So now comes the easy part. The list.
Lists can be helpful, but they can also over-simplify things. Regardless, in this case, I think it’s important to provide that list, or someone else’s list, to serve as a basis of discussion.
So just what does it mean, or what is it supposed to mean if you are a “Woke Dude?”
Continue reading Being “Woke” Part 4 – What Does It Mean? And Who Cares?
Yesterday, I posed an open-ended question regarding women’s and men’s gender roles and the concepts surrounding modernity’s spin on “re-awakening” in these roles. And the comments have been great and insightful!
But before I travel down that path of personal pontification over what I believe I’m currently witnessing in this regard, I wanted to relay another story. A story about a matriarchal society. And in some ways, I’m not sure it’s accurate to call it that.
Perhaps “balanced” is a better word.
Now I love aboriginal creation stories. Some people refer to these as myths, but I would say no one story is better conceived than any other and we might all learn something if we stop and take a breath once and a while. Open ourselves up to wider perspectives. Expose ourselves to other cultures and different avenues of thought, reasoning, creativity, and belief.
Continue reading Tse’itsi’nako – “Thought Woman” Being Woke – Part 1
Photo: Part of the Yellowstone River as it winds its way through Hayden Valley.
Yesterday, a friend took me out to a conservation area I hadn’t visited before. It was a beautiful Spring day as we drove, and then hiked, deeper and deeper into the woodlands. We emerged from the Midwest Jungle upon a fifteen, or so, acre lake.
As we strolled about, I noticed this wildflower. It was in a small cluster of like flowers, but this small grouping was the only one of its kind along the shore.
I haven’t positively identified yet, but it looked pretty close to a flower called the Great WaterLeaf. And I thought, I like that name, even if it’s not this plant because I see so many wildflowers have been given a name with the first word being “Common.” Like Common Milkweed or Common Dandelion or Common Clover. And I don’t regard any part of Nature as being “Common.”
So whether or not this flower is the Great WaterLeaf, I find it to be “Great.”
Is writing about writing, writing?
Strange question perhaps, but I think I’ve mentioned somewhere before in a post that writing about the techniques of writing is not the same as “storytelling.” And I really do love storytelling.
Continue reading Debabelization – Our Webs of Words
It’s been said that in order to write, one must read. And I get it. Not only do you learn how to compose by seeing other styles of writing and how words flow together, but you get ideas. And there are lots of ideas floating about out there.
Continue reading Trajectory
Lately I’ve read some interesting blogs pointing out just how insignificant we, as humans, are. And I’ve read others about just how meaningful life is. I guess opposites attract 😊
Frankly, I’m torn, because these thought experiments bring me back to another interrelated concept and that is “purpose.”
Just what purpose are we supposed to fulfill? Or, stated another way, why are we here?
Continue reading Soulmass
I was out of breath as I reached the top of the bluff. But it was worth the hike. I now had a falcon’s-eye view out over the South Fork of the Snake River. Absolutely beautiful.
The sprawling flood plain to the East was fully plowed and planted. Potatoes, wheat, and alfalfa. And maybe a few specialty crops lay low in the distance. Broccoli, cauliflower, rhubarb, and cabbage. Casting different hues of green. Forest green to fern, to mantis, to dark pastel, to castelton.
Continue reading Serpents and Milkweeds
A number of days past, I made a post titled Wildflowers where I pondered the evolutionary adaptations of plants. How their beauty, shape, and the perfume of their flowers attract certain pollinators to ensure the propagation of their species.
Naturally, I simply enjoy their beauty, regardless of how it came to be. 😊
Then yesterday, I stumbled upon an article discussing the theories of “adaptive adornment” versus “arbitrary beauty.”* And I must admit, those terms are much more scientific and deliberately descriptive than my own ponderings.
It seems that Darwin had a second theory apart from natural selection – sexual selection.
Continue reading Beauty – Adaptive or Arbitrary
Yesterday, my post was about the need to get back out into Nature to promote both our physical and mental health. What constituted the path to true happiness. The outward journey to inner healing.
So I felt the need to balance that today with this quote about the inward journey. This is the toughest journey of all. And it’s something we often try to avoid. It can be a scary trek, but it’s also the most rewarding. Making contact with our spiritual selves. Without all of the distractions from the external world.
The quote is spot on. Sometimes people lose themselves. They become automatons. Traversing the same trails every day. Speaking in clichés. Allowing platitudes to fill the mind. Avoiding self-examination.
A little time spent in quiet meditation every day is a step to getting back in touch with our real selves. Unplug from the technological world. Disconnect from the external illusion and find your authentic soul.
Photo: I chose this pic because this isolated cabin in the Ozark mountains is a good analogy to our inner selves. Yes, in the material world it’s an external physical structure, but it can symbolically serve to represent our inner consciousness. Our soul. Our particle of awareness. Our gift from the Source.
It is surrounded by a vast external world of distraction and illusion where we often flee.
Come home and relax for a spell. Sit by the fireplace. Reconnect with your spiritual self. Expand your consciousness.
I actually stayed in this little cabin a few years back. It was a great place to get back to Nature. Away from the frenetic pace of modernity. And away from our self-generated hubris. Not only a place to heal in the outdoors, but a place to make that inward journey in peace and solitude.
I’ve been doing a lot of stumbling lately.
I really like that word. Its main definition is about walking in an unsteady manner, being clumsy, to almost fall, or to make an error. Blunder. But I like the other definition, that of unexpectantly coming upon something – like truth.
Now that’s no error. That’s magic.
Continue reading Call of the Wild*
I like this quote because it truly cuts to the heart of it. We can not find happiness in the external world, or through ownership of material possessions. True happiness is an internal state of mind and the mind can’t find its way there if it is living in the past, or focused on the future, or by thinking that something or someone else outside ourselves will somehow deliver it to us. In a pretty package with a bow on top.
It can only be found in the moment with love and through grace in actually living.
I must say for me, travel, being in motion, taking in the real world around me with all of my senses, helps me to live in that moment of spiritual experience. Just like the moment of this sunset 🙂