Listen now | Imagine Hermione Granger had a devout Buddhist phase before diving whole-heartedly into herbology, and you might have a pretty good idea of my guest this week. EMMA LILES is a writer, musician, herbalist, essence cocreator, devotee of wild nature, tent dweller, and forager who has learned to trust nature, the body, and her own ability to focus implicitly—this is what she loves to share with others, and I am honored to call her one of my dearest friends and most significant catalysts in my life.
I heard it said, I don't know by whom, that the revived popularity of astrology, particularly among women, is tied to directly to the fact that patriarchal voices mock it.
It has no inherent meaning, but it's a decidedly non-patriacrchal way of making meaning. As a fellow Sagittarius, the party analogy hit big time. "Yes, I'm the life of party, but I feel so damned weird."
Some day I'll love something as much as Rodney Mullen loves skateboarding. Until then I'll listen to interviews while pretending to be him in video games.
Also, the relentless self scrutiny about even the things that you love makes a ton of sense. I have days that I try to meditate, knowing how much it's helped me, that I'm like, "This is so stupid. Why am I doing this? I look ridiculous." Once that resides, I remember. I've been saying for a while now that I've chosen to hold the entirety of faith and doubt at the same time. Agnosticism isn't indifference for me, it's a statement of faith. I don't even like to use that word becuase it's so wrapped in the question of God's existence. It's more a celebration of the limits of my knowledge. The Zen mind is a beginners mind. The childlike enter the Kingdom.
Nick, I’m so glad to read these words now and interact with them as if they are still relevant and fresh—which quite possibly they are, especially if time is an expanding ripple. We are all on wizard’s time. I truly appreciate hearing your thoughts and the workings of your own mind and journey. Somewhere along the line I turned off notifications here (thinking it would help me focus and not count red circled numbers) but alas it also meant missing out interactions with comments! Till now. “A celebration of the limits of my knowledge”—what a beautiful thing to be able to celebrate! Especially needed in the edge-walking our minds seem born to do…
I heard it said, I don't know by whom, that the revived popularity of astrology, particularly among women, is tied to directly to the fact that patriarchal voices mock it.
It has no inherent meaning, but it's a decidedly non-patriacrchal way of making meaning. As a fellow Sagittarius, the party analogy hit big time. "Yes, I'm the life of party, but I feel so damned weird."
Some day I'll love something as much as Rodney Mullen loves skateboarding. Until then I'll listen to interviews while pretending to be him in video games.
Also, the relentless self scrutiny about even the things that you love makes a ton of sense. I have days that I try to meditate, knowing how much it's helped me, that I'm like, "This is so stupid. Why am I doing this? I look ridiculous." Once that resides, I remember. I've been saying for a while now that I've chosen to hold the entirety of faith and doubt at the same time. Agnosticism isn't indifference for me, it's a statement of faith. I don't even like to use that word becuase it's so wrapped in the question of God's existence. It's more a celebration of the limits of my knowledge. The Zen mind is a beginners mind. The childlike enter the Kingdom.
Subsides...not resides. But that also seems strangely appropriate.
Nick, I’m so glad to read these words now and interact with them as if they are still relevant and fresh—which quite possibly they are, especially if time is an expanding ripple. We are all on wizard’s time. I truly appreciate hearing your thoughts and the workings of your own mind and journey. Somewhere along the line I turned off notifications here (thinking it would help me focus and not count red circled numbers) but alas it also meant missing out interactions with comments! Till now. “A celebration of the limits of my knowledge”—what a beautiful thing to be able to celebrate! Especially needed in the edge-walking our minds seem born to do…