I just want to say that the frontline looks different for each and every one of us. In between the gulf of anti and pro, there is a universe of complexity, a plethora of nuance. I want to validate those of us with particular neurological and psychological herstories whose survival response at the moment is to camouflage, or to sink our energies deep into our roots, to still and listen and deflect the gaze of obtuse scrutiny. For some of us it is the wise and possibly the only option. It does not mean we are complacent or complicit, it is just that our work is happening in a different place to the visible and overt.
It will take many folk, many weavers, many strands and many ways to bring in, to birth forth, a resonantly attuned, intelligently integral and holistically responsive path forward for Earth and the chaotic and catalytic expression of Her human tribe at this time.
We are all inside a collective transmutation and for some of us that has triggered formidable internal pathways that hold us and our behaviours in their grips from previous traumas that we are still constellating within the inner worlds of our psyches, within the cosmologies of our embodied beings. I want to honour those of us wrestling particularly with the freeze and fawn responses because the despair in them is often amplified by the invisibility that also resides there.
Whatever we are gripped by there is an opportunity to deepen our understanding and broaden our compassion, lend ballast to our roots, bolster our insight into the diversity of our individual and collective ecosystems to find the way to connect and to make safe and to gentle the nervous system and to find kindness for self and other, even as we stand bravely in the ferocities of our own emergences.
Today I offer gentle blessing to all those who find themselves in the inbetween and the liminal places of the as yet becoming, of the not yet known, of the tenderly emergent, of the uncomfortably newborn immanence of transmutational change.
Text copyright Lucy Pierce 2021
