Say it’s polyvagal theory. Call it the amygdala. Call it high sensitivity or neurodivergence. Call it the influence of the gods. Say it’s nature. Call it the microbiome. Call it karma. Call it the parent’s fault. Call it the result of your manifestation skills. Call it the result of sin. Call it trauma, and the healing of it. Call it power, rank, privilege. Deny that there is any such thing. Say it’s evolution. Call it the radiant display of the elements. Call it the predator. Call it the democrats’ fault. Or alternately, the evangelicals’. Or the manosphere’s. Call it coyote wisdom. Call it blessings in disguise. Call it outright harm. Say there are no bad people, only unwell people. Say there are definitely good people and evil people. Call it the influence of countless past lifetimes. Call it energy. Say you only live once. Say eternity is all there is. Call it the influence of the ancestors. Or the yin and the yang doing their dance. Say it’s the land spirits. Call it history repeating. Call it scientifically proven. Then show how science has proven the exact opposite also. Say history is over. Consider it a project for technology to fix. Call it the great forgetting. Or the great remembering. The great unraveling or the great turning. Call it a fact. Say it’s the microorganisms. Or the mycelial connections. Blame it on the English language’s reifying habits, its predominance of nouns, its objectifying foundations. Call it telepathy. Call it colonialism. Say it’s the result of prayer. Call it a connected field of consciousness. Call it all simply the experience of your own nervous system. Say it’s all a great illusion. Say it’s alchemy. Call it mythic. Call it magic, or call it mundane. Call it fate or call it destiny. Call it a tragedy, or call it a farce. Call it chance. Call it breaking news, or fake news. Call it God’s punishment. Call it all One Love. Call it extremely important, or alternatively, no big deal. Call it truth, the one and only truth. Or call it the post-truth era. Call it fact or call it fiction. Call it all a paradox. Call it the apocalypse. Or a new beginning. Or both. So many ways to call it.
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And what I am finding is when, what “I call” it, is met with welcomed spaciousness, what I “call it” shifts, defenses melt away and all the sudden love steps in. Thank you Erin for being a part of that welcoming committee🙏🏽❤️🥰
call it the generosity of your words