The Cave
A cure for an irrational irritant
It’s Saturday where I am (for a little while longer), so it’s time for another ‘Weird Weekly Post’. These Saturday posts have been longer, stranger, and more expressive than my weekly post, this one is no exception.
This post is about my irrational irritant that is ‘societal’ in nature. The anthropological phenomenon of sameness, society’s soft whisper requesting conformity. This incessant need to ‘be like’, to belong, at the expense of ourselves. I feel pressured, do you feel it too? Maybe I’m just extra sensitive to it, we all have those things. Right?
The sameness reaches us no matter where we go, it’s everywhere. Even here in the ‘Free State of Substack’ I feel it. It’s insidious, creeping just underneath.
We come for inspiration, it swells to admiration, distorts into adulation, and ends in imitation.
This is my response to the visualization exercise from this joint post by Kat Riverand Erica Perry.
I saw a place where we were together, but we weren’t the same.
The cave is drab, aesthetically it is plain.
But, its essence is rich, and you can feel it.
You sense a freedom to explore in absolute security.
The cave is a cocoon of adventure and a fortress of safety.
There is no subtle request for conformity, there is no bond of sameness.
The cave calls out to what is natural, and what is natural in us responds.
The vulnerability doesn’t sting, it mends.
There are no books here, we study our stories and uncover our own mysteries.
We adorn the cave walls with our lessons.
Lessons for those that come after, our lasting addition to the human experience.
There is no music, we listen to the sound of the cave, the sound of silence, the sound of our hearts, the sounds of life.
The cave changes us. We unlearn what we knew and replace what we let go of with a purer wisdom.
We inspire one another and we admire one another.
I want the people that interact with my Substack and my coaching business to feel this way.