I am reminded of the story of the women who gathered at the river to wash clothes and were excited when washing machines came to the village. But soon felt unhappy and disconnected and things started to fall apart. The women were no longer gathering. It is our superpower...the gathering, the sharing of stories, the knowing each other. And fast and convient is not worth it. I am glad to be one of the grandmothers who remembers before ... before everything was too much too soon too fast. It helps me to let go of the way we have come to believe life has to be and embrace my human creature-ness again. Thank you Molly, for your circles!
Allowing myself not to be 'perfect' (my idea of 'perfect')
It occurs to me we are so very bound up in achievement as a measurement of worth. sigh But we are losing those definitions, shedding them like unnecessary costumes.
One of the shadows of colonialism. Wow that resonates...I am remembering other cultures where that perfectionism is not present or is minimal compared to here in the USA...and how much the culture here denigrates that very lack of perfectionism in those cultures. I'll be sitting with this for a while.
I am reminded of the story of the women who gathered at the river to wash clothes and were excited when washing machines came to the village. But soon felt unhappy and disconnected and things started to fall apart. The women were no longer gathering. It is our superpower...the gathering, the sharing of stories, the knowing each other. And fast and convient is not worth it. I am glad to be one of the grandmothers who remembers before ... before everything was too much too soon too fast. It helps me to let go of the way we have come to believe life has to be and embrace my human creature-ness again. Thank you Molly, for your circles!
Yes, this!!!
I find the 'softening' for me has to do with...
Accepting I am human.
Allowing myself not to be 'perfect' (my idea of 'perfect')
It occurs to me we are so very bound up in achievement as a measurement of worth. sigh But we are losing those definitions, shedding them like unnecessary costumes.
Imperfection, exactly. I have learned from Dr. Rosales Meza that perfection is one of the shadows of the colonialist paradigm. I have it deep in me.
One of the shadows of colonialism. Wow that resonates...I am remembering other cultures where that perfectionism is not present or is minimal compared to here in the USA...and how much the culture here denigrates that very lack of perfectionism in those cultures. I'll be sitting with this for a while.