The places that hurt inside are places where I have abandoned myself, overridden my truth, acted from a place of loyalty instead of love, outsourced my well-being to the care of another, etc. ***Nature never does this.***. It is only when we are deeply responsible for our own well-being and tending to our own truth that we are sustainable and bring our best forward into humanity. Otherwise we are the Keystone Cops on the inside, scrambling around to get our needs met externally, when they can only ever truly be met internally.
We are taught from the youngest of ages to outsource our well-being to others. And it’s corollary, that we have the power and ability to harm another. Neither are true, these are the ways of man, not nature.
In nature, the healthiest ecosystems are comprised of the healthiest individuals. A tree would never look to an owl to validate it. A flower seeks no approval to bloom. A bird in spring will never suppress it’s mating call.
Not every culture does this, those that are integrated most closely with nature, indigenous populations, do not. These are the ways of man, the cult of culture, and make us controllable. We dance to an external fiddle, with no actual fiddler at the helm. Furiously rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic, with no awareness that we are in dangerous waters. Myopic, and looking for others to give to us what we are unwilling to give to ourselves.
Until we see it. Until it hurts too much to continue. Until we have outsourced our well-being to the bloody end, and found it completely empty, void of true power.
Facing this pain and choosing another way takes courage. It is an internal act of revolution to forgo and release the ways of the culture, with its sticky, heavy, ingrained energy of loyalty, and instead turn inward, and choose love. To be uncontrollable; simply holy and human in our truth.
But this is the path of freedom. And it is our birthright. Amen.