Masks and the capacity of the heart
I've had a transformational start to my week, listening with my heart and giving time for rest as we near the solstice. Had a very uncomfortable reckoning with my righteousness mask that has gifted me a new perspective on how I communicate and put me in touch with a deep sadness. This has been with me since I was very young and was strengthened by my rejection of authority and my distrust of the system that codifies and quantifies everything in service of knowledge and profit. The removal of this mask has given me the ability to see that I am fighting at my own expense and distracted from the beauty and goodness all around me. Like Hirayama in Wim Wenders film Perfect Days, my eyes are open with wonder and I feel blessed for the realization that the most difficult emotions can bring about such a profound shift.