“I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.”
This might not be the quote you were expecting on an “about me,” page.
Yet I’ve loved it ever since I discovered the Argentinian author and the way he weaved labyrinthine narratives in the bookshelves of infinite libraries.
Which is safe to say, I like to do the same.
I’m not so good when it comes to noticing where “I “end and “the Other” begins. This comes as a curse when trying to survive in modern culture. Much of our perceived success hinges on our ability to create and identify a separate sense of self that “sets us apart” from the rest. Competition seems bedrock to our society. I’d like to buck that convention and go with a countering trend that our real uniqueness lies in our unity.
But this is “about me,” after all. Let’s get back to that story.
I am a woman, and loved-myself most regularly, although I suppose in the human dimension, we all are born as female. Let’s be clear on this, however, whether in the role of lover or the object-being loved, I am a lover of all things concerning love love love.
Cities, I’ve seen a few, and in this case, I’ve lived in two – Pittsburgh and Washington, DC. Born and consumed a lot of bread living at the end of a not-exactly-paved private driveway in Western, Pennsylvania. Spent wo years as a volunteer teacher in Yunnan, China teaching children to read and write in English among other things — like how to dance to American pop songs, shoot a basketball and why “money” earned for high test scores should not be copiously counterfeited in order to purchase a sheet-rolls of scented stickers.
At this time, most of the learning was done by me -the teacher – and the teaching done by them – the students. Three years after returning from the journey and I’m still wondering if that’s the way things should be in the way we teach and interact with each other. What if rather than “suiting up” for the roles we play, we spoke through the essence of our “being?” We could really exchange the information that gives us the energy we crave to survive and thrive fully and satiates our curiosity for understanding shared unity that sustains our shared human experience.
I am on a journey of evolution and self-discovery. Guided by insight and intuition, I stand with a foot in the ground and a finger pointing towards the edge of the emergent.
Let’s enter into this play together. Explore the possibilities of our latent potentials. Walk to the edge of the liminal consciousness. Create and configure the containers that can hold a “we-mystical” Heart. Drink the sap from the up-tapped Wisdom of our Being.
If you’re interested, I invite you to back to the start.
 Made of gravel and mud that my father hand-plowed most winters and friends refused to drive down come high school for fear of getting stuck, resulting in a definitive break in my psyche after childhood days free-range roaming the woods and making friends, both real and imaginary, that never showed hinderance to pot-holes filled with ice as a deterrent to the solemnity of friendship (see my unpublished drafts for Buzzfeed article titled 13 Reasons Why, I, a Millennial from rural Pennsylvania, am Grateful for the Invention of the Internet)
 adrinne marie brown. Emergent Strategy “Less prep, more presence” p. 42
Albere, Patricia. “We-Mysticism: The Church of the Space Between” https://evolutionarycollective.com/mysticism-church-space/. She writes “The movement of We-mysticism involves leaving the external world behind, not to retreat into a private inner world, but to place all of your attention on an interpenetrating reality that exists in the space between.”