We seem to make a journey from the caboose of the train, to being a passenger and only when we are truly ready, sitting right up at the engine to see and decide where we are going.
So, a friend caught me covering myself with a blanket of fancy words and the esoteric scientific smoke and mirrors performative sleight of hand so you don't actually see me.
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She might be right.​​
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Know me well enough and you will start to recognise when I have a storm in my heart, when injustice has clamped my mind in a cage, when my freedom feels in jeopardy, when something has tricked me into feeling like care is scarce, when I am fighting something and you become the someone, when stress holds my breath like a clamped fist, when I want to flee or fight you.
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Sometimes, life does pulti. For everyone, no? Yes. Breaking to break open, all the places that we calcified our hearts closed. Wheee, wow, woa. Hence the lab, hence the let's share what we know, the make us all a bit more conscious, a bit more caring and bit more intentional with our choices that carry impact and affect. Ya, no?
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Agile renegade, I said.
​​​What, now?
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Means I love and I will deep dive with a slightly obsessive tendency into research, both reading and embodied experiments to verify the extent to which something is true for me. With curiosity and not attachment, hence the agile. The renegade part is the rebel in me, the part that would toss something out just because I can, to prove to myself that detachment and sovereignty are soft and strong superpowers.
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Being one’s own locus of evaluation, learning to trust your inner authority, means that you create a sense of satisfaction with yourself
