Intentions are important. One of the worst things
about this human age where we have been trained to believe we’re machines with
mechanistic schedules, where we have to be productive, and achieve goals all
the time that are laid out like a project manager’s flowchart, is that we go
through the physical motions in a lot of parts of our life. I mean, I’m writing
this while going through the physical motion of being "at work”, while at
home, which means that productivity has crept into the space I’m supposed to be
free from that shit. Going through the motions, of appearing to be doing
something while our heart (or mind) is not emotionally into it, at all. And in
fact, I’d say a lot of our current politics has began to mimic this entirely,
where we’re now in a pro wrestling-esque political age, with all these grifters
who play characters that start to reap benefits, so they then remain that
character, even if it’s not how their mind actually feels. But they do it so
long and so hard, that the angle they’re selling becomes what they believe.
They start to become victim to their own con, and become that shit. And to be
honest, there’s a lot of capitalist-based self-help people who will instruct
you as to exactly that – the one path to economic success is to believe those
things without listening to your heart at all, and forgetting the humanity of
others or the beauty of the natural world, and only “work” towards those “goals”.
Intentions though, are giving voice to our heart,
before our body goes through deliberate physical motions. Speaking what our
heart (mind) actually believes, so that the body knows in advance, “This is why
we are about to do this thing.” It’s important, because I know I feel much
better about what I’m doing if I do it purposefully, instead of getting to the
end and being like, “What happened?”
Of course, there’s a lot of unexpected and
unexplained that still happens – both positive and negative. There’s always
little signs of whether you’re on a good or bad path with that too, which a lot
of folks ignore, call superstition or silly, but I live by that shit. Even
today, saw a big bright beautiful quartz rock sticking out a fallen tree’s
roots/dirt clump while tromping through the woods with the dog. That was a
great sign on the day; I knew I was doing good. But I also went into the woods
with the intention of not thinking about civilized dramas, and just taking the
dog out there to sniff around, and be outside, and see what happens. The dog’s
gotta shit, and they can’t do it in the house.
The full moon was last weekend, so the new moon’s
not too far away. They use the sighting of the new moon as marker to switch
months in the Islamic calendar. I like that, and to be honest, my heart prefers
that to Gregorian calendar. My brain has been taught otherwise, in a deep
cultural way, so as my heart and brain battle for what my mind does, there’s
not a lot of give on the Gregorian calendar. But I practice observing the
Islamic calendar, because it makes way more sense to me, innately. The new moon
is also, traditionally, considered a time to sow your intentions. It’s also,
quite literally the time farmers planted, because according to those unknown
vagaries people lived by before the scientific age claimed dominion over the Earth,
it was better to do so. So I’m gonna try to get some new moon intentions
together, maybe start trying to have my months (according to those new moon
delineations) have a little more of my heart speaking some plans into
existence, at least some hopes, before my body starts going through the routine
motions that occupy most of an average month. I’d like my body to be giving me
more happiness, and not just fucking around wasting my life going through
motions that I could give half a fuck about.
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