I created this interview series roughly two years ago. I asked each person the same question: “What do you think is imprtant for education?” I didn’t ask for the right answers, some fancy acdemic wrote in a book, I didn’t give them prepared answers to say to the camera, not one interview was repeated. I wanted people to speak in the moment from their heart and experience. And they did.
“How is man to recognize his full self, his full power through the eye’s of an incomplete woman? The woman who has been stripped of Goddess recognition and diminished to a big ass and full breast for physical comfort only.
The woman who has been silenced so she may forget her spiritual essence because her words stir too much thought outside of the pleasure space. The woman who has been diminished to covering all that rots inside of her with weaves and red bottom shoes.
I am sure the men, who restructured our societies from cultures that honored woman, had no idea of the outcome. They had no idea that eventually, even men would render themselves empty and longing for meaning, depth and connection.
There is a deep sadness when I witness a man that can’t recognize the emptiness he feels when he objectifies himself as a bank and truly believes he can buy love with things and status. It is painful to witness the betrayal when a woman takes him up on that offer.
He doesn’t recognize that the (creation) of a half woman has contributed to his repressed anger and frustration of feeling he is not enough. He then may love no woman or keep many half women as his prize.
He doesn’t recognize that it’s his submersion in the imbalanced warrior culture, where violence is the means of getting respect and power, as the reason he can break the face of the woman who bore him four children.
When woman is lost, so is man. The truth is, woman is the window to a man’s heart and a man’s heart is the gateway to his soul.
Power and control will NEVER out weigh love.
May we all find our way.
You know, how I told you not to worry?
Well, I guess what I should have said is:
I know, you’re gonna worry. But when you do, I’m here.
From the 18th to the 21st I attended the Art of Hosting – young leaders collaborating for change training in Karlskrona, Sweden. Which was a wonderful and lovely experience. And I am thankful for everyone who made it possible.
On the second day we went into a vision quest. And even though right after the quest my mind was more blank than any help, the next morning I woke up with a quite clear picture of what I’m striving for as well as of what was living in the room and between all participants during the four days hosting, participating and harvesting.
So I wrote a poem I would like to share.
There are a certain kind of moments,
I’d like to foster.
They’re not always easy to describe.
They happen once here, once there.
Sometimes they’re long, sometimes they’re short.
There are so many different ways to experience.
Once in a while, you might like to be on your own,
listening to the nature.
Another time, you might listen to a lecturer
with hundreds of others.
Or you sit in a circle,
directed by the authority of a talking piece.
You might have to choose between
a world- and a pro-action-cafe,
Think about, wether you want an open space
or an appreciative inquiry.
But what truly matters are the moments
in which we let go of fear and hope,
in which we let go of wrong and right.
When we connect to our curiosity towards the world and us.
When we establish a feeling of trust in us and the world.
These are the moments I want to foster.
These are the moments
when learning truly happens,
when learning really deepens,
when everything becomes a teacher.