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Self awareness

As I age, as I continue to move through this lovely and crazy life, I realize that knowing oneself is the most challenging of all feats.

We are born in ourselves, and from that point on depart from the known into everyone else's version of reality. We spend our childhoods developing simple skills, then teen years surviving our hormones, then young adult years moving through whatever awaits us after secondary school.

Some of us go on to college. Some of us work, do things other people think we should do, then eventually give up on our dreams.  Some of us do that, then decide 'Fuck that', and do what we need to do anyway.

Some of us bloom early. Some of us bloom later. Some of us remain buds (in the floral sense) for our entire lives.

For those that manage to bloom, wowza.

For those that remain buds, all is not lost. There will be a time when blooming will happen.

Some of us are blessed with enormous amounts of energy that help us power through.

Some of us are constitutionally more careful, more observant, more hesitant to jump into the dream.

But this life, regardless of how we tackle it? Is about becoming aware of who and what we are, how we are motivated, and what matters to not only us, but to the community in which we live and world in which that community exists.

When I was a young woman someone explained the Gaia concept to me. Wow, an intelligent planet, I thought. What a cool idea.

I abandoned that for business, Republicanism (temporary, I assure you, but a documented aspect of my life), and the pursuit of capitalism (at the expense of spiritual growth, I might add.)

Fortunately I regained my senses somewhere in my early 40's and have reconsidered the Gaia concept.

Quantum theory helps. We are, in fact, all vibrational beings connected via a beautiful molecular net of energy and communication that we are only now beginning to understand.

Taking that a step further into the idea that the earth itself has an intelligence isn't really a leap. We are all of the same stuff, atomically, all operating on wavelengths, some complementary, some seemingly solitary, but wavelengths nonetheless.

And honestly, some days...I feel my mineral makeup, my elemental components, much more deeply than the cultivated, intelligently groomed aspect of myself.

I guess what I'm trying to say is the more sophisticated, educated and older I get, the more elemental I become.  Literally. Figuratively.

That is all.

Enjoy your elemental selves!

Stevie

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