I heard Tyson Yunkaporta say recently that “truth” and reality are not the same. That someone’s truth is personal. That your truth is yours and that it is wrong story. He said that reality is a communal effort. That reality forms in community and with others. Maybe that the totality of reality can only be understood or exist with many. When each of us contribute our stories to the “reality” it becomes right story. IF woven in place time.
This makes sense to me, because what I have been coming to know is that the “truth” of what my ego and brain tell me is NEVER accurate. It NEVER holds up under any bit of scrutiny. It is always tainted, homogeneous and built on history. It is based on how my brain was wired as a child and how it fills in the gaps about the world when I am not aware.
When I can create space and take in a more “eagle eye view”, look at my life from different angles, I quickly realize the gaps. The holes. The untruth of it. It is often missing parts, stories and sometimes even pivotal characters. Often entire events are missing and entire terrain or eco systems. My stories/truths do not always position themselves in the community and land in which they belong. This makes No mention of time place relationship either…..So what does this mean? What can it mean?
I think it means that I can (and should) FEEL DEEP …AND… seek to look outside of where I live inside to align myself with all parts of creation/story/community before thinking that I know the reality. The whole story. What is REAL.
I am choosing a loosely held and not controlled experience. I am choosing to leave intentional space between the experience of my “truth” and the action on the other side of it. I am choosing to breath into and allow the threads of what seems real, to morph and change as needed. Hands off. Deep Trust.
Curiosity plays a role here for me also. When I can accept as a RULE, that my mind is not my friend and that its only goal is to keep me safe based on its historical experience and wiring….then….. I can wait a beat. Take a breath. Go for a walk. And allow curiosity to stand up. Ask questions. Seek feedback. Seek patterns. Look at what is both present and absent. Not be attached to what I discover but allow a follow up. Reordering of SELF to take place as new information comes in.
FEAR can be found here for me.
Being in the process of dating after many years not… has allowed these skills to come to the forefront and be practiced for me.
Feeling something that isn’t aligned. And being willing to ask about it. Or point to it.
FEAR kept me looking away from everything that interrupted a pattern of a story that I thought to be true. If I looked at it, the story or truth might change. AND for sure what was underneath that was those deep feelings of not worthy, not enough, or too much. SOOOOO… don’t ask Don’t tell.
Curiosity and the willingness to not know but ask…. Is a remedy for this. It creates the conditions for courage. For growth over being stale. It invites innocence and playfulness where rules and staying static would normally rule.
I don’t know what all of this means for me but I know the truth that landed inside of my body when I heard Tyson speak to truth and reality. I know that we are in a displaced and confusing human collective right now and that maybe the answers lie in re connecting to place. Listening deeper. Being courageous and asking questions of those things that don’t make sense. Pattern recognition. And Considering for just a moment that…maybe… we don’t know.
And this is ok
