Monday 25 April 2016

Mapping and Retelling World Narratives



(Notes from a short course taught by Atossa Soltani and Louis Fox at Schumacher College from 16 - 20 Nov 2015. Atossa is a rainforest activist and founder of Amazon Watch. Louis is a film-maker, producer and messenger.)

How do we tell our own indigenous story?

The Maori people have a tradition, upon meeting someone they tell them the story of their lineage. In so doing they tell you where they are from, where they are at and what their name means.

Its estimated that 4% of the worlds population is indigenous, this means living in traditional ways, and these indigenous peoples are guardians to 80% of the world's known biodiversity. If we had an aspiration to be good ancestors our world view would be very different from that put forward in the dominant paradigm of the West.

To be able to tell our stories we first needed to know where we are at - our stepping off point is what's known as the dominant paradigm, called by some the industrial growth society. This is not a palatable story for many; how might we go about changing this story? Or at least subverting it in an attempt to wake up to what is happening about us in the world today.

Some say, if we want to change the narrative we live in and to understand the source of our current challenges  go upstream of the story. If our values and cultural beliefs are not aligned then our behaviours will be off centre and out of balance. The way to intervene in the system and to change the stories and narratives we live by is to make visible the unintended consequences of these stories and to wake up to the unstated assumptions they are founded upon.

To go upstream allows us to see beyond the veil - to see beyond the visible to the invisible realms.

How do fish become aware of water?

Story-tellers seeking to tell a more balanced, kind, equal, healing and regenerative story than the one we are currently living go upstream and find the deeper need being met by dominant stories told today. By identifying and connecting to the deeper need it is possible to replace the current story with a new story that is socially and ecologically healthy and removes the toxic mimic being fed to us. By locating and naming the toxic mimics and swopping them for something healing and healthy, balanced and harmonious we slowly begin to change the world we inhabit.

It is suggested that modern life is meeting our genuine needs for safety, creativity, play, intimacy, love, friendship, food ... in unhealthy ways that often unknown to us are toxic. These toxic mimics being fed through the modern story can be changed. For example - war is a toxic mimic in response to the need for play; pornography is a toxic mimic for intimacy; social media is a toxic mimic for meeting with friends around a fire. Toxic mimics become addictive, we keep going back to them for more because they don't fulfil our need quite as we want them to.  Thus creating an emptiness due to the unmet need.

As story tellers, educators and activists we can help people find the true nourishment they are seeking rather than the toxic mimic being sold to them. First by helping people to identify the true need behind the surface story or behaviours they are acting out and then to create stories by which they can better and more truly meet their need in a regenerative way.

Language, vocabulary, culture, story are so important in framing the world we live in. They can all be changed to better match the world we want to participate in and be a part of shaping and influencing. What we think, say and do matters.

Saturday 16 April 2016

Hot Practice

Beat -
Fast, energetic, angry
Beat -
Loud, very loud, at the top of my voice, being heard
Beat -
Energy rising, heart thumping, first pumping energy
Beat -
In Your Face! Fast, and now I'm in the flow of my body
What have I been repressing?
No! No! No!
This is not okay
Aaarrrghhh
Beat -
A release, an aching body, exhaustion, aching heat
Misunderstood, unheard
Fuck Off
Fuck off all of you
Make the pain stop and go away
Beat -
Tear stained anger spilling from my body, set free
Beat -
It's okay to be loud
Turn up the volume
Push back, no more, let the anger flow
Release the dam
Move on
Unleashed, untethered again
Beat -
Don't hang back or hold on
Beat -
Feel the emptying out, no doubt
raw and uncut
Beat -
I'm done.


Friday 15 April 2016

Now Is The Time


Meanwhile ...
The Digital Age brings its binary logic.
The chattering 1's and 2's gossip their news.
Whilst ...
Nearby on the edge of the woods
A fallow Dear grazes.
The sun quietly slips below the hillside.
Mist descends blurring visions,
Allowing twilight magic to happen.
Moon beams.
   Stars shine.
1's and 2's cease their chatter.
Off the breeze comes a song few hear.
Even fewer sing.
A song of such utmost beauty
Flowers drop their heads in praise,
Foxes hush their cries and
Crow for one brief moment sheds a tear of remembrance.
It's there, in this song that wedding vows are truly made.
Tongues speak their ancient language
We all once knew and our hearts quench.
In this song,
   In this profoundest of loves,
The alchemical wedding is found.
Walk the edges and you to may hear the song
And stumble upon the wedding feast.
If you do, be sure to eat and drink your fill.

Sunday 3 April 2016

Be Like a Tree

Having a 13 week old son is not conducive to blogging.

There simply is no way around that.

Just before Oliver was born I read Philip Pullman's 'The Good Jesus and the Scoundrel Christ'. It's a book that was gifted and not necessarily a title I would have naturally purchased myself. Whilst reading the book I discovered it was part of the Myths Series. These are well known stories reauthorised to retell a myth in a contemporary and memorable way. I have read many other titles in the myth series as I am fascinated by the subject of Myth in our lives. I was surprised to find the story of the New Testament included in the series. Knowing that 'Myth' is the context of the book made reading Philip Pullman's version that much more interesting for me.

And let's face it the lead up to Christmas is also quite an appropriate time to read such a book, as would Easter, both being key Christian times of the year.

Towards the end of the book there is a section which really landed with me and has stayed with me ever since. These are words that stirred up my thoughts and I have returned to reread them a few times since finishing the book.

"Jesus went across the valley to a garden the slopes of the Mount of Olives ... [he] went apart a little way and knelt down. 

'You're not listening', he whispered. 'I've been speaking to you all my life and all I've heard back is silence.'

'Lord, if I thought you were listening, I'd pray for this above all: that any church set up in your name should remain poor, and powerless, and modest. That it should yield no authority except that of love. That it should never cast anyone out. That it should own no property and make no laws. That it should not condemn, but only forgive. That it should be not like a palace with marble walls and polished floors, and guards standing at the door, but like a tree with it's roots deep in the soil, that shelters every kind of bird and beast and gives blossom in the spring and shade in the hot sun and fruit in the season, and in time give up its good sound wood for the carpenter, but that sheds many thousands of seeds so that new trees can grow in its place. Does the tree say to the sparrow "Get out you don't belong here?" Does the tree say to the hungry man "This fruit is not for you?" Does the tree test the loyalty of the beast before it allows them into the shade?

This is all I can do now, whisper into the silence. How much longer will I even feel like doing that? You're not there. You've never heard me. I'd do better to talk to a tree, to talk to a dog, an owl, a little grasshopper. They'll always be there. I'm with the fool in the psalm. You thought we could get on without you; no - you didn't care whether we got on without you or not. You just got up and left. So that's what we're doing, we're getting on. I'm part of the world, and I love every grain of sand and blade of grass and drop of blood in it. There might as well not be anything else, because these things are enough to gladden the heart and calm the spirit; and we know they delight the body. Body and spirit ... is there a difference? Where does one end and the other begin? Aren't they the same?*

*Excerpt from pages 192 - 200.

It feels to me these words resonate with the premise that as humans we are spiritual beings all of one consciousness having a human experience. The individual part of ourselves is the ego that is more focused on our separateness and all that comes with that; competition, fear, violence, greed, power over others, othering etc. The more transcendental part of ourselves recognises that everything is connected to everything else. In that way what we do to 'others' if there was such a thing is what we do to ourselves, because fundamentally there is no difference. Life is life. Love is love. Life is love. Anything else results in suffering.