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Seeking meaning, seeking inspiration

Seeking meaning, seeking inspiration poem

She craved something that was not of this modern world

She sought a more meaningful life

She looked at the world through curious eyes, eyes of wonder

She sought a more inspired life

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For we are the wild ones, the creative ones, the strange ones. The ones who look at our modern-day norms with curious perplexity. Considering the paradox of being entangled in it ourselves while yearning to break free, to find another way.

Frozen in panic, frozen in fear. As the world moves further and further away from our human nature. As the world moves further and further away from our wild and primal instincts.

But where is the meaning? Where is the inspiration?

Ah, but look. It’s in the things we tend to daily. In the things we cook up, the deep nourishment of our physical bodies, the deep nourishment of our creative minds. In the care we give our home, in the care of clothing that protects and expresses ourselves. In the connections we foster, with ourselves and those in our lives.

But where is the meaning? Where is the inspiration?

Ah, but look. It’s in our personal journey and the stories we’ve written so far. Our own inner experience of life and of this world. The lessons we’ve learned. The narratives we hold. The pockets of memories. Our own personal myth.

But where is the meaning? Where is the inspiration?

Ah, but look. It’s in remembering our innate connection to this earth. That we, ourselves, are animals. That we were created from this earth, born from primal urges. Living out our lives in bodies that are not unlike the other mammals that roam the land. Surrending to our own animal nature, letting ourselves know the land, letting ourselves be one with the terrain. For it’s where we began and it’s where we’ll return.

But where is the meaning? Where is the inspiration?

Ah, but look. It’s in remembering our humanity beneath the polarity. In the ability to see that we are more than the labels we give ourselves. That there’s complexity and nuance that’s rarely communicated but more easily noticed through tender eyes. When we consider that maybe there are no right answers, no one right way to be in this body, no one right way to do on this earth.

But where is the meaning? Where is the inspiration?

Ah, but look. It’s in reconnecting with our own ancestors, with the ancestors of this land. In pondering the medicine in the ways that existed before, the wisdom and the lessons that have rippled through the ages.

We find meaning, we find inspiration by keeping ourselves free to engage with the world we live in now, to consider what has come to pass, the possibility that lies ahead, and our own personal experiences, by looking curiously at the cultures and norms we’ve created, by remaining open to the unknown, considering that the hand you play may turn out better than you could ever imagine if you’re willing to take the chance.

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Seeking meaning, seeking inspiration

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