A dark and windy start to this campervan morning. The breeze blowing through the Oak creating the backdrop for this mornings thoughts. The sky’s detail remains indistinguishable in the darkness, though my best guess is one mass of heavy cloud. Birds are singing, I think one of them is a Robin, the rest of the songs sadly consigned to my ignorance. Though Crows and Blackbirds are there in the mix somewhere. Solitary car sounds and passing planes as the airports and suburbia begin to wake, once more the flicker of navigation lights overhead. A busy day yesterday means that fortunately for me Monday is now my Sunday, but its shape is uncertain as I await the sunrise. As part of my reading routine yesterday, I came across the discussion around the apparent illusion for some of the fixity of humanness. The sense that we have forgotten that we are ‘Human becomings ‘ that we are not fixed. One of my favourite bloggers Maria Popova talks of only children being allowed the luxury of becoming. In that luxury we were allowed to try ourselves, test ourselves, have experiences, fail and encouraged to try again, to investigate our environment, be in wonder at what we have discovered. Then has an adult for a lot of us it disappears or is actively discouraged, obliterated or beaten out of us in the name of conformity, culture, society and a skewed sense of what is valued. Successive governments have actively destroyed children’s sense of wonder and their opportunity to explore becoming, with conformity, testing, league tables, chair sitting, impossible target setting and restrictions. Daniel Gilbert writes :
“Human beings are works in progress that mistakenly think they’re finished.”
I don’t think that’s true. I think we are told we are finished, we are told that’s it and to go into life and be productive, be good people and conform, pay your taxes, go into debt etc. In fact the whole construct is put in place to discourage ‘Human becomings’. Bit of a rant this morning. It’s taken some time to rediscover my becoming, the sense of wonder at humanness, to encourage and sit with people as they grow and become, to witness my own growth, change and rediscovery of becoming, to nourish and perhaps rediscover the inner child again. Lovely days people.
“ How couldst thou become new if thou have not first become ashes?” Friedrich Nietzsche.
“ They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.” Hermann Hesse.
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