The Subtle Art of Seeing (and Belonging)

*This post is long, but there is so much to explore, and what I have included is likely not “enough”.  Regardless, thank you for reading it.  As always, I acknowledge that this piece is imperfect.  But perfection is the enemy of done, as said by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés….this post has been with me for about 6 months, it is time for it to be released and do its Work.*


The Subtle Art of Seeing (and Belonging)



On this topic:


This piece of writing needs context, to help initiate the reader. What I originally set out to write about was the un-seeing of women.  I had experienced many social interactions in which my life and true self were not of interest to those around me.  These individuals were more concerned with themselves or my children.  I suppose that they were seeing my children as all of  me or an extension of me, rather than seeing the separate person I was and am.  Did these experiences really matter? Was I being narcissistic or needy?  Maybe they just didn’t like me……But then I realized it wasn’t just happening to me.  I had interactions with women on social media and in my inner circle who claimed similar experiences – their inner lives, desires, personhood, self-care needs were not seen as significant or worthy of interest by those around them; their children or relationship to others took the forefront of their personal lives.  There was a silencing, an ignoring, of these women.


Initially, I assumed that this un-seeing was somehow related to motherhood, as this particular life stage is recognized by some as disempowering for women, despite our culture’s obsession and insistence on motherhood as a worthy ideal (see Adrienne Rich, Of Women Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution).  However, women who are not mothers, including  friends of mine, feel silenced and ignored by society, specifically because they are not mothers. They feel that others  undervalue them because of their choice to not have children.  Maybe the silencing has to do with ageism? Or body type? Or …….? – maybe women only are SEEN or valued when they are deemed appeasing for the male gaze?


When I began looking at this issue further – the un-seeing and dismissing of women specifically, I realized how pervasive and subtle it is; that it happens to many different types of women throughout their lives.    The silencing of women in history, stories (sexism exists in publishing,  art (women artists are under-represented in museums, and  work spheres (ex. Fewer women CEOs; fewer publications in journals by women ) has been called ‘The Great Silence’, and the incorporation of the female account has been termed ‘her-story’ (vs history, which I am aware is not a related to the gendered her and his; ex ).


The silencing of women perpetuates lack of empowerment and even violence: “Violence against women is often against our voices and our stories. It is a refusal of our voices, and of what a voice means: the right to self-determination, to participation, to consent or dissent; to live and participate, to interpret and narrate.” ( )


Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés, a favorite of mine, wrote a fabulous poem, entitled How to Silence a Woman (see here: The ways are numerous, varied, and exhausting.


What is this silence?  Why is it so easy to dismiss women?  What the hell is going on?  In searching for answers, I realized much of the investigations and scope of discussion were limited and focused on problems rather than solutions.  I wanted solutions, not blame.  I recognized that the silencing was not limited to women, but includes all marginalized groups, such as people of color.  Even the privileged such as white men are silenced.  I wanted the big picture, the long view.   So this post is my attempt at that – finding a way to SEE one another.  What is it about being SEEN, or for that matter having VOICE and being HEARD? – These are longings to be recognized, to be part of-, to be valued, to BELONG.


My attempt to find these solutions brings to mind a piece of poetry that I’ve seen circulating: “These mountains you were carrying, you were only supposed to climb” (-Najwa Zebian).  Through writing, I am putting down this personal burden, the hurt at not being seen personally and collectively, these mountains……..


On Writing:


 Before we go further, I also want to discuss how the writing process works for me, which I have only shared with a small number of people.  But, for this piece, the process is particularly relevant.


bell hooks describes writing in belonging: a culture of place: “It is usually impossible to explain to folks who are not writers that ideas, words, the whole essay itself may come from a place of mystery, emerging from the deep deep unconscious surfacing, so that even the writer is awed by what appears.  Writing then is revelation.  It calls up and stirs up.  It illuminates” (pg 69)


When an idea starts assimilating, I often experience it in a visual representation.  This tends to happen during my meditative practices or during exercise, particularly runs on the treadmill that free my mind to wander as my body is occupied in a monotonous, repetitive task.


This idea of not seeing women came to me as a battlefield of wounded bodies and dismembered limbs. Grotesque, brutal, and horrifying.  An electric feeling in the air that danger was still present.  I did not do the wounding, but I was witness to the tragic aftermath and the need for triage and a cremation pyre.  I have revisited this image several times as this piece of writing developed, uncertain of what it was trying to tell me, and even requested the counsel of a trusted friend.  She thought maybe it was previous generations of women that I was seeing – the damage earlier generations of women had experienced and handed down; that, the intergenerational trauma, is something that needs discussed, but wasn’t what this piece of writing was calling for, though I do believe it is related.  After some time, I determined what the imagery represents – a Re-Membering.  The need to piece together, to become whole.  My hope for this piece of writing is that it can start to do just that – for myself and others.


Belonging and Dichotomy


In my search for the answers to the “great silence” – why it is that women are so under-valued, dismissed, under-represented, or un-seen, I read feminist texts and theory, older pieces written decades ago, as well as newer works.  Repeatedly during these pieces, the gender divide is cited– men did this, are doing this, unconsciously or intentionally, as a part of the masculine drive to dominate.  Obviously, this is an incredibly generalized assessment; I sensed something(s) under the surface that was missed with these accusations.  In particular, how the dichotomous, either/or thinking is not inclusive of true gender dynamics, internally (we all have some combination of masculine and feminine energies) and externally (some women are “masculine” in possessing the desire to dominate, some men may express their masculinity as gentle, kind, artistic; some don’t fit the binary at all).  Further, either/or thinking fails to acknowledge the participation of women in the systemic silencing and un-seeing, likely un-knowingly and unintentionally. Do women notice or care about the missing perspectives? Do we value non-masculine individuals (women and nonbinary) differently than we value men?  And do we not silence men in some profound ways? – ignoring their sensitivities and shutting down their “feminine” qualities ( through patriarchal values, through the boy code; I’ve written about this here:


there have been so many times
i have seen a man wanting to weep
beat his heart until it was unconscious.”  (Nayyirah Waheed)


Here I think of how we have a different expectation for men, for example, how we under-value fathers.  From my personal experience, this happens when family assume my male partner will struggle to take care of the children when I am out of the house for an extended period of time.  I struggle to take care of my children when alone with them for an extended period of time; children are intense and their needs are incessant, regardless of the caretaker's gender. Another, similar issue is paternity leave: not all companies offer it and even when they do, men don’t always take it, though it would provide precious bonding time and help level the work/life balance burden between genders (


Simple, binary, either/or thinking and finger pointing do not produce sustainable, hefty solutions, which might be why we are still experiencing such gender divisiveness.  Further, othering doesn’t stop at gender.


Social Justice and Belonging


In addition to gender (above), dichotomous thinking impacts social categories such as race and class through “othering” – black vs. white, gay vs. straight, rich vs. poor, fat vs. thin (see my blog on radical self love, which discusses body politics).  Marginalized groups are also under-represented in professional spheres; their stories, history, art, perspectives are commonly missing from the mainstream (ex. Learn more about the missing black men and the school to prison pipeline: and ).  They feel unseen, undervalued, and silenced.  (ex. ).  Gender, then, is only part of the problem of exclusion and othering that we participate in, and this exclusion can cause extreme problems such as persistent poverty and health disparaties (ex.  and ).  What are we doing to each other?


Brené Brown explores belonging and “othering” in Braving the Wilderness when she discusses dehumanization –  the exaggeration of “other” for the creation of an “enemy” or “people on the other side”, people seen as less than human so that acts of violence become permissible.  Brown applies her concept of dehumanization to several current political topics, one being the Black Lives Matter movement as opposed to All Lives Matter.

Shouldn’t the rallying cry just be All Lives Matter? No.  Because the humanity wasn’t stripped from all lives the way it was stripped from the lives of black citizens. In order for slavery to work, in order for us to buy, sell, beat and trade people like animals, Americans had to completely dehumanize slaves.  I believe Black Lives Matter is a movement to rehumanize black citizens. All lives matter, but not all lives need to be pulled back into moral inclusion.……Is there tension and vulnerability in supporting both the police and the activists?  Hell, yes.  It’s the wilderness.  But most of the criticisms comes from people who are intent on forcing these false either/or dichotomies and shaming us for not hating the right people.  It’s definitely messier taking a nuanced stance, but it is also critically important to true belonging” (pg 77).


bell hooks explores the divisiveness of race and class in belonging: a culture of place, in which she explores a sense of place and culture with a focus on rural, black folk.  One of her most provocative statements:

Liberal identity politics, though often formed to serve as a basis for civil rights organization and protest, brought with it an emphasis on maintaining allegiance to one’s own racial, ethnic, or social group that was at times more akin to white supremacist thinking about staying within one’s own group.  It created a paradox with people of color on one hand insisting that it was vital that racism end and on the other insisting on the primacy of allegiance to one’s race.  To a grave extent people of color who self-segregate are in collusion with the very forces of racism and white supremacy they claim they would like to see come to an end.  Racism will never end as long as the color of anyone’s skin is the foundation of their identity.  When we bond on the basis of shared anti-racism, skin color is placed in its proper perspective.  It becomes simply another aspect of a person’s identity not the only important aspect “ (emphasis mine, pg77)


We should not be “color blind” or suggest that race is not important, as those are harmful practices, diminishes a person’s experience and contributes to racism.  (see )


trust anyone
who says
they do not see color.
this means
to them,
you are invisible.”  (Nayyirah Waheed)


However, establishing or hinging identity to specific aspects of self, whether that is race, gender, sexuality etc, we create barriers, and the more strongly these categories are identified with, the harder it is to overcome or dismantle these barriers.  While categories provide cultural or social context and group cohesion, they are also cheap, easy, miss the big picture and specifics of that individual, and harmful when over-identified.  Categories silo or cage people, trapping a person on one side or the other.  Further, these categories aren’t clean – where do you draw the line? Take gender  for instance; it exists on a spectrum, biologically (intersex) and with gender presentation and even sexuality.  Skin color is also a continuous trait, not easily divided, and identity based on color alone is flawed and inaccurate.  For example, race is a social construct;  genetically, race doesn’t exist, as there is greater genetic variation within racial groups of people than between groups of people.  As bell hooks points out, group identity is important, but when it is THE MOST important aspect of an individual, that identity can be problematic and used to justify “otherness”.  A briefly critical eye will show the fallacy of these fortifications and concepts of separateness.  Emphasis of categorizing individuals risks othering, conflict, and dehumanizing.


We” other” people, un-see people, in all kinds of ways with painful outcomes of under-representation, bias, and disparities.  The problems aren’t new; perhaps we need a shift in the narrative, how we are framing the problem to acquire new perspectives, understanding, and solutions.    Instead of race, gender, sexuality, etc being either/or, it is actually an issue of holding space and complexity for both/and.  These topics are related to identity politics – how we identify and how strongly that identity holds us can be problematic and leading to dichotomy, either/or, othering.  We are not post-identity and shouldn’t shun or shake off identity because it is messy and we can’t navigate it well.  Instead, we need to embrace the multi-faceted beings of each other.  It is not easy, it is not cheap, but it is rewarding, it is SEEing, it is Belonging.


Luckily, I happened to find a book by Carol Lee Flinders called Rebalancing the World: Why Women Belong and Men Compete and How to Restore the Ancient Equilibrium.  Rather than looking at the history through a gendered lens (despite the title), Flinders notes that humanity has possessed two different systems of cultural values throughout history: the culture of Belonging and the culture of Enterprise.


Prehistory and Culture of Belonging


In Rebalancing the World, Flinders argues how the severance of women from men, the splintering off of groups, the othering that comes with priviledge of a few, occurred with changes associated with the Agricultural Revolution approx. 10,000 BCE.  Prior to agriculture, Flinders suggests that humans had a value system that emphasized belonging, with coherent elements including spirituality, inclusiveness, generosity, mutuality, connection with the land.  This Culture of Belonging is what encased humanity for hundreds of thousands of years, it is our evolutionary history, and as such, are “habits of the heart” and are “deeply engrained in human behavior” and unconscious (pg 42). Agriculture allowed for an accumulation of wealth, changes and stratification in economics, job specialization, stationary livelihoods, and larger populations, and with these changes came new values and cultural dynamics.  With agriculture, innovation took precedence, but so too did accumulation, individuality, exclusivity, binary visioning, hierarchy, materialism, competition; prior, these tendencies were kept in check, subdued by social cohesion.  This is the Culture of Enterprise, of which we now occupy, and with enterprise, women were commodified, seen for their reproductive value, as they specialized in child rearing.


With the shift in values, the old ways of being and belonging were associated with the feminine (the new ways, masculine) and, along with women, limited, silenced, exiled.  In other words, Flinders not only explains when and why women became seen as less than men, but how certain values were associated with masculine or feminine.   Flinders repeatedly mentions throughout her thesis that the separation of the genders is false – men show traits that are feminine and vice versa and that this separation is only part of the problem.  We need to restore or integrate some of our “heart habits” back into practice for our mental, physical, environmental wellbeing, as well as a way to stay or limit privilege (class, gender, race, sexuality).


The defining change wasn’t that men would henceforth be privileged over women, but that privilege itself would be privileged:  class, race, religious persuasion, sexual orientation, and gender would all be employed to justify the elevation of some of us over others.  The existing social fabric would be rent, and free-floating insecurity would replace it. To recognize this pattern is to recognize that the situation of women won’t improve measurably until everybody else’s does too:  the wholeness of society within which women are fully and meaningfully included won’t return until the very idea of privilege begins to lose its validity” (xxx-xxxi)


And yet, even the privileged suffer.  White men aren’t well – we know this from the #metoo movement.  We know this, in part, as it relates to how we raise our boys (the “boy code” – don’t cry, don’t act “gay”, don’t be a girl) and, later, the men they become.  In fact, there is a mental health crisis among our men – they are hauntingly successful in committing suicide and in gendered violence (ex )


Again, What are we doing to each other?  This sectioning off, this exclusion, this othering? It makes me heart sick, and I am f*%$ing done with it.  We inherited these scripts of Enterprise (which includes those of patriarchy) that reinforce the status quo of exclusivity.  This is not how we evolved, and this othering is a form of collective trauma against our “heart habits”.   Belonging, then, is our shared, collective history, it is the way of our hearts, and rather than being an issue that is limited to gender, it is an issue of our culture and values.


Collective Wounding and Belonging


In The Fruitful Darkness, Joan Halifax explores what she calls the World Wound, which in shamanic and Buddhist traditions, is something we all bear just by being born.  It is our collective suffering, beyond just the physical to include the psychological, the cultural, the animate, and the ecological worlds.


Recognizing the World Wound also turns us away from a sense of exclusiveness.  If we work to heal the wound in ourselves and other beings, then this part of the body of the world is also healed.  Each of us carries or has carried suffering.  This suffering is personal.  But where is it that we end and the rest of creation begins? As part of the continuum of creation, our personal suffering is also the world’s suffering.  Its causes are more complex and ramified than the local self….Going into the wound, we can see that the suffering of others is our suffering.  It is not separate. We wear a common skin and have a common wound. The wound is on Earth as well as in heaven.  It is in us and through use. Some of us will seek healing from those who have borne the wound more deeply than we have ourselves…..The process of initiation can be likened to a “sacred catastrophe”, a holy failure that actually extinguishes our alienation, our loneliness, and reveals our true nature, our love.  That is why we seek initiation:  to heal old wounds by reentering them in order to transform our suffering into compassion.”  (emphasis mine, pg 14-15)


The idea of a World Wound is reminiscent of the collective wounding, or psychic trauma in our collective unconsciousness, from all individuals through time.  Can you sense into how your personal wounding contributes to that of others, across time – past, present, future, to the wounding of the collective? Through your present interactions with others? Through your sense of place and how you view the earth (to dominate or to co-exist)? The wounding can be from your past, only to fester into complications in the present (such as Adverse Childhood Experiences ).  Trauma can be transgenerational, from our ancestors – accumulated detritus from abuse, neglect, poor parenting, financial struggle, etc and even exist in our DNA (ex the trauma of the holocaust changed peoples’ gene expression  Trauma from slavery  and ).


The World Wound or collective wounding augments the idea of non-duality – that is, we are not separate from one another, from the earth and its inhabitants, from linear time (past, present, future), or even from pieces of ourselves (such as shadow).  Duality lends itself to separateness and isolation, which is at the core of our longing, our need to Belong, to be nondual from ourselves, others, and source (God, the great mystery, spirit, inner knowing, etc).


John O’Donohue explores our collective wound in Anam Ċara – how our sense of separateness from our own inner world, cutting ourselves out of the sacred with our dualistic view of the holy (or source, inner world, the invisible, the Truth) is the ultimate spiritual wound.  We see God/source/sacred/etc  as without rather than within.


When you are lonely, you become acutely conscious of your own separation.  Solitude can be a homecoming to your own deepest belonging.  One of the lovely things about us as individuals is the incommensurable in us.  In each person, there is a point of absolute nonconnetion with everything else and with everyone.  This is fascinating and frightening.  It means that we cannot continue to seek outside ourselves for the things we need from within.  The blessing for which we hunger are not to be found in other places or people. The gifts can only be given to you by yourself.  They are at home at the hearth of your soul” (Anam Ċara, 99)


We can sense the sacred within solitude and with other practices of inner being, such as breathwork, meditation, or prayer.


Through breath meditation, you begin to experience a place within you that is absolutely intimate with the divine ground.  Your breathing and the rhythm of your breathing can return you to your ancient belonging, to the house….that you never left, where you always live: the house of spiritual belonging” (Anam Ċara, 70)


Besides belonging to ourselves and the sacred, we belong to each other and the Earth. We evolved as social beings, in natural environments, and regardless of our attempts to deny our biology, we have only engaged as removed, isolated, individualistic, agricultural, Enterprise beings for approximately 500 generations, compared to our 50,000 generations on earth (Nature, Joy, and Human Becoming  When we are stressed, we seek company and solace of others and exhibit more prosocial behavior (How to make stress your friend: and  Loneliness is damaging and deadly, reducing physical and mental health (see and Braving the Wilderness).  Further, nature has profound healing properties on human beings, likely related to our connection with and evolution within nature (ex.  We are not separate, dualistic beings.  We NEED, we seek out one another and nature.   The paradox, from the Buddhist, shamanic, and mystic perspective, is that we need silence and solitude to recognize our interbeing and interconnectedness (see for example, The Fruitful Darkness and Anam Ċara)


Creating Belonging,  Now


Topo-ka Turner in Belonging: Remembering Ourselves Home explores the issues of othering, un-belonging, separation from yourself, each other, the world and a greater purpose.  We are “made orphans by a culture that, in its epitomizing of certain values, rejects others, forcing us to split off from those unwanted parts of ourselves.  And this is perhaps the worst orphaning act of all, because it is abandonment in which we are complicit” (14).  The splintering of the self is cogent to shadow work (see my blog post: What is Shadow Work?).  Turner calls this wounding, this separation from our own selves, from our communities, from others as the Great Forgetting (64), a form of self-betrayal, a “devaluation of our heart’s longing” (64), our longing for reciprocity, for meaning and creativity.  This desire to be seen and belong is not so much narcissistic, as it is a need for each of our stories to come forward, to allow healing and connection on a personal and community level (64).  To belong, re-member, is to awaken ourselves and each other, which can be vulnerable and terrifying, as it means “the complete obliteration of life as you knew it……Like circling vultures, some of our most frightening adversaries have been waiting for this moment.  We are at our most vulnerable when we’re in defiance of the status quo, and they can smell it.  All that has been controlling us from the shadows now comes into the open, rearing up twice as fiercely at the threat of dethronement” (73; see also 105-138).


Besides descent or shadow work, true belonging requires rebellion by giving voice to the voiceless:


“The world needs your rebellion and the true song of your exile.  In what has been banned from your life, you find a medicine to heal all that has been kept from our world.  We must find the place within where things have been muted and give that a voice.  Until those things are spoken, no truth can find its way forward.  The world needs your unbelonging.  It needs your disagreements, your exclusion, your ache to tear the false constructions down, to find the world behind this one “ (79; note the unbelonging from the status quo)


Many take the path well-worn, but they are only given a half-lived life.  To those willing to brave the unknown path, the dark thicket, a remembering of love, magic, and purpose returns.  There is a wild woman under our skin who wants nothing more than to dance until her feet are sore, sing her beautiful grief into the rafters, and offer the bottomless cup of her creativity as a way of life.  And if you are able to sing from the very wound that you’ve worked so hard to hide, not only will it give meaning to your own story, bit it becomes a corroborative voice for others with a similar wounding. “ (94)


Further, belonging to ourselves and each other on an individual level, according to Turner, requires creativity and a decolonization of that term so that we can recognize each other (102).  Everyone is an artist – this might be the “typical” painting, writing, music-making or can be the subtle how you move your body in dance or workouts, how you raise your kids, your contemplative practice.  The artist’s path is the spiritual path, as the soul seeks expression (for more, see Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés’ The Creative Fire and John O’Donohue’s Anam Ċara).  In addition, belonging requires a letting go of the need for perfection (97-101), which as I cited above, is the enemy of “done”.  Belonging necessitates coming home to the soul and ancestors (“holy longing”) as well as "individuation” (155) which is the practice of becoming a full human being, of helping others on a soul and heart level ( Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés Seeing in the Dark).  Related to creativity, belonging needs the giving of your gifts and having your gifts received.  Turner refers to this as “beauty medicine” and “life as offering” to the debt of your life that can never be repaid;  “So long as we are only offering ourselves partially, from behind the protections of our persona, our true kin will never recognize us” (168).  Lastly, belonging is the ability to express gratitude, worthiness, and pleasure, to be comfortable with ambiguity, paradox and move away from binary thinking, categorization and othering.


“The work of undermining the barriers between things moves us from alienation to intimacy.  We begin to see the partisanship in our own ideologies, the mechanisms we employ to keep others at any distance from our lives…..Naturally, this inner diversity translates to outer inclusivity” (194).


Turner suggests that the creation and support of community is a practice of belonging that requires reciprocity; engaged conversation and action around shared values; circles and ritual; respect of eldership (which is not distinguished by age but by wisdom); seeing and being seen (surrendering, being vulnerable, practicing inquiry, truth, and an open heart); “becoming a lowland” (be the medicine for someone else’s pain; Turner quotes Rumi here “Where lowland is, that’s where water goes.  All medicine wants is pain to cure”); “leaving well” (recognition of the need of separateness); “be the longing”, that is if you can’t find a place or people to belong to, be that person and place for others; and reciprocity with nature and a recognition of interrelatedness with all and belonging within an ecosystem, a place.


Belonging, SEEing one another requires individual and collective Work and commitment.  How do you currently incorporate or oppose the practices of belonging?  What is your beauty medicine? How are you vulnerable? Do you feel your ancient connection to the Earth and other humans and sentient beings?


Purpose of Life:  Belonging


The discussion of belonging brings me to the ultimate consideration of the human experience: What is the purpose of life? This is the hallowed ground of mystics, artists, contemplatives, scholars, and in recognizing that, I don’t want my answer to sound flippant or irreverant.  The answer to this existential question has been implied above: Belonging.  But what is that really? -  to love well and to adventure.


Love is belonging.  To oneself first, in the form of radical self-love and care, in healing and respect of your wholeness and fullness.  The great mystical poets wrote of love: Rumi, Hafiz, Sapho.  It is suggested that in their expressed longings, all their mention of “lovers” and “beloveds”, they were actually seeking the divine.  Here, to a mystic, the divine is within, rather than with-out – so their ache for passionate love was a prayer to be united to their source, their inner being, with the divine, i.e. their spiritual home and belonging.  (for more, see Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés’ How to Love a Woman)


Love of an“other”, the deep love that comes with SEEING, opens us to “other” – here we are moving beyond difference into consensual intimacy, into longing for kin, for partnership.   With love, barriers crumble; you see the true occupancy of an-“other” ’s humanity, of their life.


From John O’Donohue:

Love is absolutely vital for a human life.  For love alone can awaken what is diving within you.  In love, you grow and come home to your self.  When you learn to love and let your self be loved, you come home to the hearth of your own spirit.  You are warm and sheltered.  You are completely at one in the house of your own longing and belongingIn that growth and homecoming is the unlooked-for bonus in the act of loving another.  Love begins with paying attention to others, with the act of gracious self-forgetting.  This is the condition in which we grow.  From then on, you are inflamed with a special longing that will never again let you linger in the lowlands of complacency and partial fulfillment.  The eternal makes you urgent” (Anam Ċara,  7, emphasis is mine)


Love is the medicine for “enemy” (“other”)

it is love that will save our world and our civilization, love even for enemies…. love is not this sentimental something that we talk about. It’s not merely an emotional something. Love is creative, understanding goodwill for all men. It is the refusal to defeat any individual.” (Dr. Martin Luther King, “Loving your enemies” sermon found


Adventure is also required for Belonging and fullness of life.  Serge Kahili King wrote about the path of the adventurer in Urban Shaman: A Handbook for Personal and Planetary Transformation  Based on the Hawaiian Way of the Adventurer.  The path of adventure doesn’t focus on power or conquering of the self, but on love of travel, acquiring and sharing experience and knowledge, being comfortable with change and new ways being and doing (29).   Adventure exposes you to Other – other people, situations, ways of thinking, than you likely participate in on a daily basis. In acquiring and integrating this knowledge, you expand belonging and sense into shared states of being and our interconnectedness, with all of life.


John O’Donohue alludes to the importance of adventure:

One of the greatest sins is the unlived life.  We are sent into the world to live to the full everything that awakens within us and everything that comes toward us…..We have but one life, and it is a shame to limit it by fear and false barriers…..The secret heart of time is change and growth.  Each new experience that awakens in you adds to your soul and deepens your memory.  The person is always a nomad, journeying from threshold to threshold, into ever different experiences.  In each new experience, another dimension of the soul unfolds.  It is no wonder that from ancient times the human has been understood as a wanderer” (Anam Ċara 123-124, 127)


Adventure for the purposes of living life and belonging needn’t be expensive, expansive trans-continental trips, but the vulnerability of opening up to a neighbor (“hey, tell me about that thing…..”) for example, exploring the landscape of your inner being, and unfolding to new ways of thinking and being.


The path of the adventurer is the creative path, it is the spiritual path.  Artists, mystics, adventurers yearn to find that “missing one” (longing, belonging).  Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés calls this the tribe of the Sacred Hearts (Seeing in the Dark).  These creative adventurers recognize the resonance of art, of creativity, of spiritual endeavors; they recognize that they are whole and want to know their parts (i.e. inner world, inner belonging).  These are individuals with a “fire of excitement”, and Estés says you can spot them because they are fired up, with hair flying off their head, clothes on sideways.  Adventurers, artists, mystics are the same – they seek fullness in their lives, to know themselves, to know others and find their tribe (i.e. belonging), to see in different/unusual ways (“see in the dark”), and have highly developed instinctual selves from their inner knowing.  They are typically relegated to the fringe of society, but Estés suggests, they are actually on the frontier.



Personal Experience: Heart Medicine


I can Other with the best of them. Indeed, my website’s  name is a form of othering: Wild woman in the suburbs.  As if I am or “they” are other.  The irony is not lost on me.


My ancestors were tribal, painted their bodies blue, and whose crest, depicts in part, a raised fist.  This tribal inclination, the protection of those closest to you while excluding “others”, and fierceness I feel deep within. My Myers-Briggs personality is called the Protector (also advocate, activist; INFJ).  I identify with the path of the bodhisattva, although I have not taken formal vows  (I shy away from institutionalized spiritual practices).  “As long as space endures, as long as sentient beings remain, until then may I too remain and dispel the miseries of the world”.  Mix together this ancestral Celtic heart, INFJ, and a pinch of bodhisattva and watch me spin.  In a relational context, I “other” when someone in my immediate group has been hurt – I summon my inner gladiatrix weaponized with muscle, metal, fire, and teeth.  I draw hard lines to separate, keep “others” out.  But upon closer inspection, these lines are actually circles, containers of protection.  My practice here is to see the humanity, to keep compassion and empathy for the other, to not allow my desire to protect and defend actually create more harm, more hurt.  Further, I sense my belonging in groups that are traditionally marginalized, the fringed, to help, to give voice, to witness.  Those that harm these groups tend to be my “other”, and part of my practice is to maintain understanding, to not dehumanize these “others” (see Brené Brown’s Braving the Wilderness).


Without getting specific, I have spent a better part of my life impassioned, which often manifests as anger. For many years, I could not isolate the source of these big feelings.  But now, I have clues.  I suspect it is the cultural wound.  The always looking outside one-self , seeking for belonging,  and getting frustrated, disappointed, angry that I couldn’t find my people.   Feeling like a black sheep in my family of origin and family of marriage.  Feeling “other”.  Feeling fringe.   I recognize now that it is my job to belong to myself.  To stop seeking and be that refuge of being for others.  To be reckless with my love, my heart, and give it away, as much as possible, because hoarding my love, my voice, my refuge, doesn’t serve others, or myself.


Moments by Mary Oliver speaks to this passion:


There are moments that cry out to be fulfilled.
Like, telling someone you love them.
Or giving your money away, all of it.

Your heart is beating, isn’t it?
You’re not in chains, are you?

There is nothing more pathetic than caution
when headlong might save a life,
even, possibly, your own.”


Being impassioned, I am also empowered to FEEL, to doff the camouflage of a hardened heart and busy life and be in empathy.  In fact, you can find me in this space of fullness – wild hair, crooked clothes (see Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés’ Seeing in the Dark), goosebumps and tear-stained eyelashes. My big feelings are a gift, and, as was told to me by a mentor, by expressing them, I give space and permission and resonance for others to feel and to heal (i.e. belonging). My big feelings allow me to sense and notice things differently, to “See in the Dark”, to be a medial woman (or better yet, “person”; for more on the Medial Woman, see Seeing in the Dark).  Indeed, my deepest friendships are with those that have big feelings and can also see in the dark, into that liminal space of substance.  We know how permeable binary categorization is. We see life instead as spectrum, and these friends, like me, refuse to engage in “othering”; we are not having it.


Part of my yoga training was in regards to protecting or closing down part of myself, as “pain sticks to pain” we were told.  Don’t feel all of the feelings, limit access to that which is precious and hurting.  This is reminiscent of the warrior path – the hardened way of being that encapsulates parts of yourself to protect, and it feels very dualistic to me, the separation of self from feeling, self from other.   And although I very much relate to the warrior (fire and protection, see my other blogs), this emotional stifling was not, is not, intuitive to me.  Indeed, I have cried as well as occupied intense joy when teaching a yoga class, I have shook and cried and felt blissed out when leading a woman's circle, I have startled neighbors with my tears.  My feelings are BIG and ALIVE and, as an empath, not entirely my own.


I align more easily with the path of the adventurer.  To meet new people, be in new places, to learn, to create, and above all, to love, to relate, to experience what others are living and feeling, to have empathy, to belong and "be the longing" for "others".  This is fierce, giving love.  It is reckless and disobedient, obstinate in its refusal to stop flowing.  It is not a path easily undertaken as it is painful.  You will get walked on, you will get wrecked, you will give heart away too much, too soon, too often.  But in doing so, you can build a bigger container or capacity to feel and to heal and to hold space for others.


How do you keep your heart open? Despite it all? Despite people taking much more than they need or not really seeing you (ie reciprocity, a requirement of Belonging)? This question challenges me.  To shut down and close the heart to those who are greedy, needy, or just don’t value you can be a form of self-preservation, while sharing your gifts and love only with those who can truly utilize and appreciate them. But this leaves the world in a deficit and is a form of “othering”.  To survive and keep your heart open in fierce love and deny “othering”, you will need discernment – to recognize when the path to another is not ready to be tended, that you aren’t needed or wanted, that you actually have gone too far astray.  The practice of radical, soul-level, creative self-care is a necessity to practice fierce love and avoid pouring from an empty cup (ex. Meditation, energy work, self-inquiry, anything that makes your heart sing).


My fierce little heart lives on my sleeve, at the ready; you can find me by the trail of the wreckage of my being after I have allowed the feelings in.  It is a beacon that instead of seeking, brings others to me, who have an open heart or are unfolding, doffing their chain-link protection.  Heart light as a light tower, watchtower in the dark, as resonance along your path, as internal bonfire to share heat, passion, and spark.  As a child of the 80s, this furious little red light in my chest reminds me of the movie ET – his internal, red flicker of light calling his family to him, calling him home.


The thing is – we are already home, hOMe.  We already belong.  To ourselves, to source, to each other. We have only forgotten each other, we have only forgotten the habits of heart.  Agreeing to tend the path of fierce love, to slash and burn or cultivate with care, we are awakening ourselves and others to love and belonging. We are learning to SEE and be SEEN.  We are looking beyond binary thinking to hold space for both/and.  We are all bodhisattvas.  We are re-homing, re-membering, re-hearting each other.  And that’s the whole point.


Welcome home, loves.  I see you.  We see you.  In deep, fierce love.



*Thank you to my partner - any writing I do, he is present in, as he gifts me with the time I need to manifest and mold ideas.  He sees the crazed look in my eyes and knows it is time for me to go inward, time to write and to right.  He SEEs me <3 *


**Addendum**  After completing this piece of writing, I have come across additional, related resources that might be of interest to the reader.


On Being: How Change Happens in Generational Time.  In this piece, boundary-less identity and a more expansive definition of "we" is discussed.    I love this idea around identity politics and hope it sparks inquiry for the reader.  I have been known to say to family and friends: "forget some point on the spectrum, I AM the spectrum"


On Being: Opening to the Question of Belonging.  This piece discusses racial identity, individuality, and belonging. 


Brene Brown's The Power of Vulnerability.  This lecture discusses the importance of belonging (and associated concepts of vulnerability, shame, and love).  You can find the audio-recording at your library or on Amazon 


Written by Dr. Allison Mitch, PT (DPT)

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