A Secant Query

Between To and Rest

Wherein a tapestry of who I am comes to rest...

Between To and Rest

📚 Apsara Engine - Bishakh Som

Healing Context

There was such energy in the room of one woman bringing something that allowed her some release that was safe to the whole group that was so far beyond [the] popping [of] a bag [that it was], that there was a sense of power ... They began to heal each other.

- Jo-ann Rosen, Collective Trauma and Healing, 1:06:30

At this moment, I am a screen, receptive, and tending to two thumbs who find their way to me. Those two thumbs, where might they be looking to be? In relation to one another, how might those thumbs like to land? Were every tidepool my person but footfall to these thumbs, how might my thumbs like to be received?

I notice I still ask questions. Rest, my question.

For all her transformations, my question loves the twist, this strap, fed, tending contexts; my question needs time. Away from time, timeless. Let me breathe into that space.

My Two Thumbs

Compose the bare feet of experience. Walk as ends of time; good! (You're doing it!) One thumb can express the word thumb all by themself. Try it now:

thumb

I want to ask a question. (But I am allowing my question rest from me.) I am discovering how I might "realize the thumbs in my [thumbs'] lives. I hold space for examples to surface.

I have these neighbors who join little kids out on a walk. Whether the kid is a dog smaller than a loaf of bread or infant ape, these neighbors across spectrums political, identitarian, and existential reflect one response to movements of their small little:

Where Are We Going

But they neeeded permission to feel good ... And as soon as it was a benefit to the community, then it was okay ... Maybe that is one example of community healing.

- Jo-ann Rosen, Collective Trauma and Healing, 1:06:45

Familiar with this state, my question vibrates. These ends of time my thumbs are is such a mystery: their attention is grabbed, they try to grasp what I might invite they leave a mystery at present (from question to static observation, I reformat these statements).

Sitting in a triangle between my thumbs, "I might leave it there for now" populates the horizon their limit my person this moment.

What I feel the base of experience to mean for my two ends of time these thumbs might be what it means to live: choicepoints, yes/no, threshold moments, harm [ ]eduction, charge.

Places You Will Go

Stand in a doorway. People will navigate around you (pile through you, see to you, how you are, if you'll move, if you're listening, you make better door than window, don't move and they'll have to move you...). You're a relationship, and it's alive! Headwaters of one mutual understanding forming two thumbs of experience.

Be it two nervous systems, shared symbols, or atomic communities, relationship rests on a third space between them. Atomic relationships (lattice), nervous relationships (ganglions), and symbolic relationships (words) are, to speak poetically, are the thumbs of lattices, ganglions, and words, respectively.

Seeing my thumbs as (very noisy) proxy gates for time (me) practicing a green thumb invites space to serve her question. Let conversation through as the blood of relationship and the pulse of fundamental interconnectedness is established as what kind of attention this space needs.

Left Context-Agnostic

For the space in the doorway, a little pendant catching the light might be all that's needed. Your attention dances on the far wall for the prismatic light that it is. Moments against bodies passing through stutter the light.

Be those bodies eyes or shirts, or boxes of books: when we offer ourselves to a space, by tuning in to displacement, we register actual invitation into possibly happening, and step as a space of beliefs entirely our own into presence.

This calibration offers us to hold fundamental the interconnectedness of these ends. My two thumbs I am with may have walked though the sticky snot of tears the end of time sheds becoming stars bringing happening anew into shimmering presence establishing reception: connection!

Listening becoming questions into being. Fully.

Familiar Invites