Imagining Ourselves Into...

Dear friends,

A couple of days ago I had the joy of being a guest speaker for a class at Bellarmine University entitled "Faith and Imagination."

Wanting to spark the imagination of students, I pulled out an excerpt from adrienne maree brown's Emergent Strategy (you can find the excerpt at the end of this blog post). We read the excerpt aloud and then I guided students through a group writing experiment. I invited students to begin to write a stream-of-consciousness response to what they had just read and heard. After writing for a couple of minutes, they passed their paper to another student to continue writing. And then another, and another. I told them that they could respond to the previous writer, continue along the same vein, or take the writing in a totally different direction. I had no idea how it would go or what would happen on their pages. 

At the end of the experiment, students received the papers they had begun and read all that had transpired. One student said the writing time was too short to get her thoughts in order. I replied that the purpose wasn't to get thoughts in order, but to get the thoughts on paper, which are not always the same. We had a little time to discuss what did find its way to paper: questions about imagination and reality, what they are, and how they interact; dismay that imagination is often encouraged in children, but discouraged as we move to and through adulthood; comments about how imagination can both lead us toward contruction and healing or destruction and harm. There was so much richness I wish we'd had more time to explore.  

Today is Ash Wednesday, the beginning of the Christian season of Lent. Many people engage in Lenten pactices, often giving up something for the season (who among you Catholics or former Catholics has given up sweets or meat for Lent?) Three years ago, I decided that instead of giving something up, I wanted to engage my imagination and take something up. Each day I made a 4" x 6" watercolor painting with a reminder for myself. The first was "I am allowed to rest"; the last, "I trust in abundance."  This daily practice helped ground me during the early days of the pandemic, when it felt like we were being uprooted and tossed about. I didn't know how much I needed the creative practice and I didn't know that these reminders would become Cards for Remembering. My imagination hadn't taken me that far. It was only as I took step after step into creative imagining that I discovered the messages and images weren't just for me.

I use the cards now regularly. They still ground me, affirm what I know,  challenge me ("I am allowed not to know" has been appearing frequently of late), and invite me to imagine ("In challenging times I lean into cReaTivity"). As I type, I am considering what to take up this year for Lent. I don't yet know. I hope to find clarity soon. I'll take time later to allow my mind and heart to wander and imagine me into a practice. 

What about you? 

How do you engage your imagination?

What have you imagined into being?

I'd love to know. 

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I imagine a world in which we are connected to our needs, our feelings, our body's wisdom (both individual and collective bodies) and, through that connection, we live into our core of love and we thrive. These imaginings fuel my work and I am excited to have a number of events and offerings coming up that I hope will take us a few steps closer to the world I imagine. 

At 1:00 ET today, my interview with Michaela Daystar in her YouTube series Reiki Crossroads & Connections premiers. We talk about intersections of energy work, art, peacemaking, mysticism, and more! You can listen when it airs or later on. 

I also have a number of Compassionate Communication offerings coming up. on Monday, February 27, join me for a 1-hour introductory workshop: What's Beneath Our Words?  Starting March 9, we delve into the foundational pieces of Compassionate Communication with my Meeting in the Field of Connection class. Whether these are refreshers or your first time with these skills, come join me! 

Finally, as my 50th birthday fast approaches, I've been imagining how I might celebrate with you! I'll soon be sharing special offers on my art- Cards for Remembering decks, prints, and original art! 

Wondering about and imagining our next connection, 
Cory


Excerpt from the introduction to adrienne maree brown’s Emergent Strategy

A visionary exploration of humanity includes imagination…

Imagination is shaped by our entire life experience, our socialization, the concepts we are exposed to, where we fall in the global hierarchy of society.

Our ideas of right and wrong shift with time—right now it’s clear to me that something is wrong if it hurts this planet. But if we don’t claim the future, that sense of loyalty to earth, of environmentalism, could become outdated. Kenny Bailey helped me understand this—that justice, rights, things we take for granted, are not permanent. Once there were kings and queens all over the earth. Someday we might speak of presidents and CEOs in past tense only.

It is so important that we fight for the future, get into the game, get dirty, get experimental. How do we create and proliferate a compelling vision of economies and ecologies that center humans and the natural world over the accumulation of material?

We embody. We learn. We release the idea of failure, because it’s all data.

But first we imagine.

We are in an imagination battle.

Trayvon Martin and Mike Brown and Renisha McBride and so many other are dead because, in some white imagination, they were dangerous. And that imagination is so respected that those who kill, based on an imagined, racialized fear of Black people, are rarely held accountable.

Imagination has people thinking they can go from being poor to a millionaire as part of a shared American dream. Imagination turns Brown bombers into terrorists and white bombers into mentally ill victims. Imagination gives us borders, gives us superiority, gives us race as an indicator of capability. I often feel I am trapped inside someone else’s imagination, and I must engage my own imagination in order to break free.

All of this imagining, in the poverty of our current system, is heightened because of scarcity economics. There isn’t enough, so we need to hoard, enclose, divide, fence up, and prioritize resources and people.

We have to imagine beyond those fears. We have to ideate—imagine and conceive—together.  

We must imagine new worlds that transition ideologies and norms, so that no one sees Black people as murderers, or Brown people as terrorists and aliens, but all of us as potential cultural and economic innovators. This is a time-travel exercise for the heart. This is collaborative ideation—what are the ideas that will liberate all of us?

The more people that collaborate on that ideation, the more that people will be served by the resulting world(s)…

It is our right and responsibility to create a new world.

What we pay attention to grown, so I’m thinking about how we grow what we are all imagining and creating into something large enough and solid enough that it becomes a tipping point...

As Toni Cade Bambara has taught us, we must make just and liberated futures irresistible. We are all the protagonists of what might be called the great turning, the change. The new economy, the new world.

And I think it is healing behavior, to look at something so broken and see the possibility of wholeness in it. That’s how I work as a healer: when a body is between my hands, I let wholeness pour through. We are all healers too—we are creating possibilities, because we are seeing a future full of wholeness.  

Riding the Roller Coaster Together

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On April 1 I posted this question on Facebook: Who else had been hoping to wake up this morning to hear that the last few weeks were all just a sick extended April Fool's joke? 

Of course, it's not. This is very real. The most apt analogy I know is that of a roller coaster. A very long emotional roller coaster that none of us chose; the entire world is in its cars.  

Some of us are terrified all the time, whether we're upright or upside down, moving quickly or slowly. Some of us are angry that we were forced onto the ride. Some of us are anxious because we don't know what's ahead. Some of us are anxious because we have ideas about what's ahead. Some of us are grieving the things we can't experience while on the ride. Some of us are grieving the cars that derailed. Some of us are sick. Some of us are excited about certain parts of the ride. Some of us are hanging on tighter to our co-riders. Some of us are distraught because we're the only one in our particular car and we can't reach anyone in another car. Some of us feel calm, even though we've never ridden this ride before, hopeful that we'll get through it.

For many of us, our emotional state depends on where we are on the ride- going up a long slow hill, at the peak about to speed down in a seeming free fall, sideways going so fast around a curve that our body is jolted, upside down hoping our restraints don't fail us. Our emotions can change from high to low in the blink of an eye- from calm to anxious to angry to sad to hopeful. Sometimes we experience seemingly contradictory emotions all at once. This is a normal response to not normal times. 

Regardless of where we are on the ride, remember that we are all doing our best and sometimes our best looks fan-frickin'-tastic and sometimes it looks bleak. Our best doesn't always look the same.

Regardless of where you are, you are doing your best and sometimes your best looks fan-frickin'-tastic and sometimes it looks bleak. Your best doesn't always look the same.  

My deep hope is that we will be gentle with ourselves. My deep hope is that we will be gentle with each other. We are all in this together. 

We are all in this together. 

We are all in this together. 

As my mind cycles through scarcity and abundance thinking, I offer myself the above reminder a lot. Many times a day. We are all in this together. We are all in this together. I trust that as I offer care in the way I'm able, I, too, will receive care. Maybe it's easy to trust that because of my many points of privilege. In my life, I have always been ok. Whatever the source, I will continue to practice trusting. It is a practice. An experiment.

The roller coaster is giving us all sorts of opportunities, some welcome, many not, to practice and experiment. With meditation and breathing practices. With new was of connecting to loved ones we can't see. With new ways of disconnecting from our family or housemates when we're spending far more time together than we're used to. With finding activities that bring us joy when things we'd normally do aren't currently available to us. With finding new routines for our days. With finding balance between caring for ourselves and caring for others. With so many areas of our lives. 

As you are experimenting and practicing, I imagine you're also looking for guidance. I know I am. Recently I read this article, Why You Should Ignore All That Coronavirus-Inspired Productivity Pressure, and offer it here as I found the perspective helpful and you might, too. 

And if you're needing a bit of beauty for your ears, I offer this rendition of Imagine. 

Wherever or however you are, I hope you are finding what you need to sustain you. Know that I am here, ready and willing to listen or offer what I'm able. 

We are all in this together.