Really interested in your discussion of finding the sacred in the grocery store. Its something I've struggled with and been unable to articulate for a long time, because a lot of the time I am unable to choose to be in a sacred place when I need to be. I often live and work in the city, I don't always have a choice where I buy food or meet people. I feel this is a practice that can be developed though, through seeking the sacred in humans and the other beings inhabiting the spaces we build (dogs, bugs, birds). I work with sick, disabled and poor people and they save me from drowning in the despair that comes from daily separation from physical sacred spaces (woods, streams, hills). The more I practiced looking for the sacred in people, the easier it became to find it everywhere
Thanks for your thoughts, Ellie. Apologies for my slow reply.
Yeah I hear you on this. It sure can be a lot harder in the city. Sometimes I consider that even the skyscrapers and insular human civilization are parts of the whole, like being inside a termite colony. Insular, consumptive, but part of the whole. I sure find it easier to connect in more typically sacred spaces though. It sounds like you're finding that sacred in people, something I sometimes find harder than finding in trees and the rotation of planets.
I've got my eye out for someone to interview to talk about re-storying plastic.
Of all the things we've made, it seems the most without story... apparently. Take a plastic plant, for example. It looks like a plant, but without real roots or leaves or the magic of turning light into food. But the oil making up the plastic has just as much history and story as the matter within a real plant... And if we can find story and connection in plastic, it seems we might find it anywhere!
Really interested in your discussion of finding the sacred in the grocery store. Its something I've struggled with and been unable to articulate for a long time, because a lot of the time I am unable to choose to be in a sacred place when I need to be. I often live and work in the city, I don't always have a choice where I buy food or meet people. I feel this is a practice that can be developed though, through seeking the sacred in humans and the other beings inhabiting the spaces we build (dogs, bugs, birds). I work with sick, disabled and poor people and they save me from drowning in the despair that comes from daily separation from physical sacred spaces (woods, streams, hills). The more I practiced looking for the sacred in people, the easier it became to find it everywhere
Thanks for your thoughts, Ellie. Apologies for my slow reply.
Yeah I hear you on this. It sure can be a lot harder in the city. Sometimes I consider that even the skyscrapers and insular human civilization are parts of the whole, like being inside a termite colony. Insular, consumptive, but part of the whole. I sure find it easier to connect in more typically sacred spaces though. It sounds like you're finding that sacred in people, something I sometimes find harder than finding in trees and the rotation of planets.
I've got my eye out for someone to interview to talk about re-storying plastic.
Of all the things we've made, it seems the most without story... apparently. Take a plastic plant, for example. It looks like a plant, but without real roots or leaves or the magic of turning light into food. But the oil making up the plastic has just as much history and story as the matter within a real plant... And if we can find story and connection in plastic, it seems we might find it anywhere!