I write this after 6 days holiday in Ibiza with one of my oldest girlfriends. The who I was when I arrived, is perhaps not the who I am as I leave. Not only because I rediscovered tequila cocktails and we didn't stop chatting whilst there, but because somewhere in between, a rose was no longer a rose & a mother, not simply a mother.
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So many people in our world are happy not to be known. I get this. But I think there is a loss here, not only because the mask we often present to the world, whether it’s super spiritual, or super awesome, or just plain super is rarely the most loveable, or even the most interesting version of ourselves. But in order to be known, both to others and to ourselves, we first have to learn to disentangle ourselves from the masks we so believe we are.
And this can feel awfully scary.
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Whilst at the hotel, I picked up a book called An Uncommon Collaboration documenting Dialogues between the non-guru (don’t follow me, figure it out yourself), Krishnamurti and the theoretical physicist David Bohm. As part of their conversation (the best kind, becuase they're open-ended), both men discuss how the intellect has nothing to do with intelligence. Our brain is a tool of intelligence they suggest, but not intelligence itself. Which they define by a person's capacity to have internal space, which then allows insights to come through – and this, they argue is the real definition of intelligence.
(Can you imagine if exams at school gave students actual global/socio economic issues, and then as part of the ‘exam,’ they were allowed to sit and stare into space, wander off into the garden, the surrounding woods, or just the cement outside, and look up at the clouds, go off into ‘no time,’ meditate, draw, until an insight came, and they come back to share that insight – in the form that was most native to them. I.e. words, a song, a prayer, a painting, a performance... What insights would they have access to? Golly. One can only imagine).
At present though many would argue that the above would be a gross waste of time. And yet perhaps not so for Krishnamurti and Bohm, another more accurate word for intelligence is “God.” (And you can also use, Source, higher power, or whatever word you most like to use). For what would it be if instead of this quest for intellectual superiority we instead created a foundation of channeling this intelligence, and then using our intellect, our brain as a tool to serve the information that was received? What would be the implications for our world? And for each other? And the way we relate to each other. And indeed, to oursleves.
When WW1 broke out in August 1914, the then British Foreign Secretary Sir Edward Grey, declared that “the lamps are going out all over Europe; we shall not see them lit again in our life-time.”
A prophetic statement that makes me wonder if we can intentionally inspire the reverse: that instead of trying to be so impressive and intelligent with each other, so trapped inside the neuroses of our thoughts, we each commit to making space for the real intelligence in life to pour through, and alongside that, maybe we become a little softer on ourselves, a little more compassionate. Less striving, more being. Less arrogance, more humility, After all this is not my intellect, instead its a servant for a cause larger then me...
And then maybe, all across not only Europe, but our world, humanity’s heart lights slowly turn on. And we shall see them lit up again and again again, as humans remember what it is to be human. Not so much lonely figures transversing the great epochs of our lives in private struggle and strife, but beings here for a collective reason: and one we get to discover when we release all that we think we are.
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So, keep trusting yourself beautiful women: your heart is a channel for extraordinary healing. And the more each of us live by our inner light, & get curious about each other, the more we inspire not only our children to live similarly, but also, give permission to other women too... Because there is rarely a more inspiring person then a woman daring to understand the full spectrum of who she is. For her heart lights up not inly her family's but all she comes in touch with.
So in honour of all that is gorgeously tender and kind. Wonderfully fun, loving and feminine hearted. And in honour of tequila and time out to be: so we can allow true intelligence and insight back into our lives to guide us.
My heart to yours,
Laura xx
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