The winter solstice draws near now, the darkest time of the year. Our daylight here in British Columbia goes away at 4pm. And after the solstice come Christmas and Hannukah.
I notice how it often feels like the space of not knowing is dark and quiet. A few mornings ago I was resting in awareness with someone who lives in Germany. He said to me, “It feels like you are a companion in this darkness, so that I can really be here, without making myself into anything.” I felt a lot of gratitude when he said this, gratitude because I have also struggled with wanting to know, wanting to be someone, wanting to be loved.
It feels like so much of my evolution has been a stripping away, an uprooting of all my old, constructed notions about love, relationship, caring, and giving. At times it has been very rigorous, almost too much to bear. So as we enter this time of year, I notice how strong the collective beliefs are about all these things: what love is, what it is to be in relationship, how we can support each other.
I can feel how I was taught to believe in these things, to hold them as real. Sometimes they weren’t even explicit--it felt like an ocean of conditioning that I found myself born into, drinking from, at my mother’s breast.
Now I notice that I don’t believe these things anymore. To question these beliefs and ideas is to cross lines that may not have been crossed before, in the lineage of my ancestors, and in yours. Sometimes it feels like punching a hole in a reality we have all agreed to uphold. I’m amazed at how much courage it takes to engage in this kind of inquiry. Or maybe it isn’t courage-maybe it’s love itself, from the very beginning, that is at the heart of this questioning.
Jesus got into a lot of trouble with his inquiry. So did Socrates, and many others. One thing that arises for me, at this time of year, is how lucky we are, in the immense turbulence of our times, that we can gather together and freely engage in this kind of inquiry together. Without the fear of death or punishment. This is such a great privilege.
My daughter has a large tattoo on either side of her sacrum. On one side it reads, “Question Everything.” On the other side it reads, “Believe Nothing.” It’s such a blessing to have this freedom. And it’s an even greater blessing to use it, to sail right off the edge of the known world, without knowing where we will end up.
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