The Bliss of Broken Arrows
Not all arrows are destined for their mark
Sometimes the winds change
and so does my mind
Sometimes I gather new information,
my values deepen
and previous goals are no longer congruent
Humans have loss aversion
this means we might keep going in a direction just because we’re already invested in it. The momentum drives us, as does the fear of the death of it
In the past I have committed to following through on completing projects just because I had started them, had deeply invested in them, even when I knew something in me had changed.
I generally like this quality about myself, the power of the follow through. It’s common to fall out of love with what we’re building, especially when dealing with the *lead* of any given alchemy.
Sustaining inspiration takes practice, and I know that follow through can be important in closing loops, learning, growing, and moving forward
And yet….
And yet
there have been processes in my life I wasn’t able to tie a bow around
Broken Arrows
There have been relationship trajectories that transformed rapidly before my eyes, without the gentle tending to transitions and ceremonial completions I yearn for
Broken Arrows
In digesting the impact of the ruptures in my life, I have come to develop immense gratitude for these experiences- specifically when trajectories call for radical adjustments beyond my willingness to initiate
I’m in a season of breaking arrows
Especially when it comes to responding to collective aims I’m unwilling to participate in
There are a lot of ways human kind is behaving from which whose trajectories I fully withdraw my energy
I break all arrows that are based in outdated compasses and incongruent values
I break arrows of belief that keep me looped in striving, grasping, anxious repetition attempting to fill unfathomable voids
I break all arrows fashioned in the shape of cultural trance death wishes
I break all arrows that would utilize my life to animate dreams that are the antitheses to an artful way of being
I break these arrows
and blissfully
throw the wood
to feed the great apocalyptic fires
of compassion
and radiance
📷 @wakingcrow