It seems to me that we are surrounded by a lot of death right now.
The death of loved ones, the death of ecosystems, or the death of old and outdated world views. Even the death of our identities as we move from one stage of life to the next.
In the western world, death remains an enigma. Taboo. Something to be avoided at all costs in our culture of worshipping perpetual youth. However, it is inevitable for us all. You could say, the other side of the coin of life.
Just before my 12th birthday something (or someone) started to call me deep inside. It was like a soft undulating whisper in the night; an elusive shadow moving in the afternoon shade. Sometimes the presence would be so tangible I would imagine a beautiful woman was walking beside me as I played in the meadows and garden behind the cottage. She would whisper myths to me: stories of the sun, the moon and the cycles of time as they passed through the living beings of the earth.
Hacking Your Reality: The Art of Restorying
Published in The Curious Mind, Medium – April 2018
I have been engaged in an interesting research experiment this week. As I have been travelling through the forests of my everyday life, I have been asking the people I meet two questions –
1. How do you see the world around you right now?
2. What are you most afraid of?
I wanted to test the waters of the human story landscape around me and see what thoughts people were entertaining on a daily basis that were ultimately creating the reality of the story they were living in. The responses I received were in two decidedly different camps.