Spirit and Love
I emailed one of my professors today who has been very generous and flexible with Â me. Â I found myself rambling but also decided not to censor myself and just went ahead and hit send. Â Here were some of my meandering thoughts…
I started an essay for class about a month ago about love, as paolo friere writes about it. Â i found myself agreeing that love is essential if one is to overthrow their oppressors and retain his or herÂ humanity…but why? Â what is it about love that is timeless, enduring and essential?Â I know this question has been asked a thousand times but I suppose that each of us has to learn it as though it is the first time.I saw Robert Putnam speak and I sawÂ Clifton Taulbert speak… and Love was important to both of their talks. Â I’ve been reading ‘spirit matters’ byÂ Michael Lerner…again, Love is essential.
I did an action research project with a few hundred adults and youth this past weekend and posed the question, ‘what MUST we do together than none of us can do alone?’ Â Adults had answers like ‘motivate students to graduate from high school’ whereas youth overwhelming talked about changing the world through youth voice and Â love. Â It was beautiful, really. Â Quite a few adults who were active in the civil rights movement were hearted to see this (all the responses were posted on a 60 foot wall in a public space) and said that the sentiments that the youth shared this weekend reminded them of the feeling that they shared in the 1960’s with a focus on love, and on “we” not “I”.
I am thinking deeply about the books we are reading in class and making connections to a lot of other work and reading that I am doing. Â Thanks for giving me space to explore. Â My mind is racing and I have anÂ inexhaustibleÂ need to consume new ideas around love, spirit, the universe and humanity…
In fact, I went to a psychic for the first time because I am also trying out new experiences… and she told me that my son and I have been intertwined for a long time… that once we were brothers and once he was my mother… and it made me think about our essence (soul? Â spirit?) and how it isn’t gendered…. it has no race…. no sexual orientation…. and maybe that’s the violence with oppression… to take something to pure and beautiful as a spirit and ask it toÂ conformÂ and limit itself to the point that it’s barely recognizable and it’s light can’t shine.
That’s what I meant in class the other day… what dies when you have to lie or conform? Â Is it psyche? Â Is it spirit? Â The ego? Â Why is it that authors that we read in education rarely seem to wrestle with this questions and instead leave it ambiguous?