This week I am at a loss of what to write about from manifesting, relationship breakthroughs, to overextending yourself, how to deal with addiction trauma and where do boundaries begin and end without actually having to go out there and get a PhD on all of it. I’ve also been thinking about mindfulness versus mindlessness surrender, the gremlins that run round out head and how to sit in an endless groundhog day that makes life both expansive, minimalist and navigable. It’s all very confusing. It’s a lot of information running round my head as well as not telling you all the deeply personal stuff while still being in and creating supportive relationships and communities. It’s fucking crazy shit load of stuff to get through. On the upside, it is all worth it.
This morning I even spent some time listening to Brene Brown and Russell Brand talk about a whole host of things from politics to choice theory and it was very refreshing. To fairly real humans having a sincere and valuable exchange. From about personal perspective on compassion to parenting and the terrible twos. There is so much to learn and the topic on everyone’s lips seems to be about polarisation, particularly in politics and the relationship between genocide and dehumanisation. There it all is swimming ground my head meanwhile last night a read two articles one about trauma in monkeys and the other about the relationship between coercion and domestic abuse and how they are almost exactly the same thing and the felt scary. That people don’t always know that.
We are in an era of information overload and I wonder where I am in this myself. Since Instagram, my social media consumption seem to have exploded. Is it healthy? I don’t know. Would I prefer anything else? Probably. My winter screen time seems to increase exponentially? Maybe its time to bring back the book. What a commitment that is, or even writing.
My own consciousness is continually flitting around. To care about Brexit or Trump or wider global political situations. Then, of course, there is very little I can do about it. Trump is a mad man, Brexit seems to be tied up in long outdated colonialist ideas. I am at the centre of global politics right here where I am in a small suburb in Cape Town. The only thing that I can do is focus on me. Make sure that the planet has one less lose cannon rolling about causing carnage where ever it goes. I can be kind, polite considerate. I can make time in my life for the people that need me and find a way for those small actions to ripple out into the wider world. The people in my life, my neighbours my community, of course, I will make mistakes, even have glaring failures and that ok. Right now I’m doing my best and that is good enough.
