And I am not concerned with money, I am concerned with the invisible nature of extractivism that separates creators from their creations. I am concerned with the way we exchange energy and the way energy moves from primary sources of abundance to places of captivity .

This void feeds itself through doubt and devaluation. Rests low in the pits of unblossomed self-esteem, and impaired personal and collective agency. A dream, embedded in reality, that feels just as real. A dream as big as a society.

But why does it take so long to hear this part of ourselves? Why do we resist that inner voice that has the capacity to transform us into the truest versions of ourselves?

How does the system heal itself, if not through tremors, if not through admitting its true needs? If not by shaking, trembling, and waving. Until then, whatever gets in its way will be used and extracted so that void can be filled. Until then our creativity will follow the coal mines, the oil spills, and the warming oceans. Until then our energy is... See more

In the futures, I see awakening into perceiving creativity and agency as one of the highest virtues and values, in the context of work and community.

Charles Eisenstein wrote in his essay Inverting the Energy Paradigm :

Many of us today are reaching our limit. The condition called burnout mirrors the depletion of fossil fuels. But the solution to burnout is not to drink more coffee, or eat more food, or take better supplements. Nor is it to keep doing what we’ve been doing, only less of it. It is

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A person can grow up being taught that a mountain is just a pile of rock, ready to be mined. Another person can grow up, taught that the mountain is an apu deity, able to direct their destiny. And the question isn’t about whether a mountain is a pile of rock or a life-altering spirit, but how these beliefs manifest themselves in culture— with... See more

In the poem The Soul Lives Contented by Listening, David Whyte externalizes his own resistance to becoming a poet—transforming into a terrifying new shape:

The soul lives contented by listening.

If it wants to change

into the beauty of terrifying shapes

it tries to speak.

That is why you will not sing,

afraid as you are

of who might join with you.

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The world will see the remnants of her brilliance being wasted in-between Instagram posts, occasional poems, or unfinished paintings. The life force energy that begets her being on this earth will trickle into a silent grove, running into the vault of someone else’s profit. The banks of the river will lower. The estuary of her creativity will run... See more