In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions: When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?
How do we heal our brokenness? None of us makes it through life without a chip or fracture or a wholly wrought soul. We have been injured by the callousness of others, we have been told we are not good enough, the systems we have served have taken more than they have given, we have had aspects of our character rejected by the ones we love. We similarly look at our world and ask, why have we drawn lines about the creation, splitting the human family into factions, sectarian groups, races, even religions - calling some good and others anathema.
Giving voice to “why” would take tomes. It has something to do with our social evolution, and it has something to do with the snails pace of our spiritual evolution. We can conceive of wholeness, of a unity, but we do not have the fortitude to bring this dream to life, save in moments of transcendence.
There is a place, though, where we can practice wholeness and unity, where we can bring our full selves and ask our community to witness and embrace our fullness, our wholeness and our brokenness. … More...