Context for "the work"

In a world starved for pleasure, we sigh with majesty.

In a world starved for freedom, we choose our becoming.

In a world starved for wisdom, we go inward.

My contexts have had different dimensions. Different aspects. My family was small, insular, emotional and yet no wiser for it. My community was small, insular, beautiful, and yet no happier for it. My world was fractured, insular, vast and yet no freer for it.

Work was a context. Scrappy. Giving. Not-for-profit. In opposition to an unkind world and a product of it. I’ve known beautiful people through the work I did in service to someone else’s vision.

I was successful in my executions of those visions. It was exhausting most of the time and unnerving some of the time. It was a great deal of finding ways to feel aligned with something I didn’t fully agree with or want to maintain. But, I chose people. In a world fascinated with money and power I chose people. That was enough, for a while.

Can the ends justify the means? I never thought so. Intention, focus, clarity. We hunger to see, to choose.

The context for the work I was doing never seemed to align with the goals. We were tired in service to those who need rest. Ailing in service to those with generational pain. Lonely in service to those who need love.

For what? To build a world without labor that tires your soul? I’m not sure how those visions justified use of the very conditions we hoped to displace. The pain I was in so that we might have a world without suffering seemed an odd concession.

It’s taken a great deal of unraveling to find the part of me that knew I could go it alone. Not forever, but to begin. It’s taken a great deal of time to remake my context, from scratch. To part with what no longer served, create vacant spaces for joy to take root and trust myself and the universe to do our work.

And so now I can stand before you and proudly say, I am the context for this work. My spirit, my energetic through lines, my love.

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