myth

Myth opens us up to our own inner world of symbol and felt experience. Walking respectfully through the sentient field of Story that’s reflected by the Night Sky of our birth, we can meet the weave (the characters, storylines, landscapes, tensions and attractor patterns) that we come into this lifetime with. And there’s opportunity for un-weaving and re-weaving more Love and Beauty through our embodied storytelling.

To personally know the malleability or mutability of Story depends upon an internal space of No-Agenda. Because if we seek to alter a pattern primarily from any agenda other than the intention of curiosity and connection, we’ll end up playing out the pattern from a different facet of its hologram. Which isn’t good/bad/right/wrong; as it all can ultimately serve deeper learning and connections. But it’s in those moments when we do let go, shape-shift and play, that new doors can be opened, bridges built, possibilities seen, paths forged, worlds created.

However, what’s paradoxical or tricky, is that the times where we need the power of imagination the most, are the times we tend to shut it down in the name of urgency, seriousness, gravity of importance.  Likewise, the moments where we need play the most are the moments when play seems utterly foolish naive or sacrilegious! And what ends up happening is that the habitat of Neptune, of No-Agenda, Imagination and sacred Dreamtime, shrinks inside of us, strengthening the conditions of consciousness that gave rise to the structure that we’re trying to dismantle. 

So rather than taking a narrowed focus of trying to figure out which story we’re in and how to re-work it towards some perceived benefit … and/or … trying to conceptualize and concretize what’s actually the fluid and metamorphic juice of a story by pulling it out of context, extricating it from the bodies and the moments from which they were originally told and making it dogma or “how-to’s” to be applied across all time and space (although, again, this isn’t an issue of good/bad/right/wrong; this kind of up-rooting of story from its soil is, in and of itself, part of the current field of Story and way of Storytelling that must be somatoemotionally met and acknowledged so as to not be sidewinded by it) … alternatively we can soften our gaze through contemplative, playful and creative practices and inquiry. We can drop into our own bodies and lived experience, pendulating between Earth & Sky, feeling and reflecting — and cultivate a kind of inner listening that can notice and hear the creatures of our Stories when they speak for themselves.

What new understandings, of ourselves and of our world, may be revealed to us then?