Revolution of the Kind People

A Six-Part Message About This Year

  1. On my birthday in October, I made a collage for my 27th year of life. It was a lovely activity. I’m so proud that I finally have enough patience and focus to make time for these things. Before, I was never able to finish the little art projects that I started. Finishing something is a “Yin” quality. While starting something is a “Yang” one. What does that say about me? My Yang side always wanted to move on. To the next thing! The idea-phase was the only interesting one. Now I’ve developed my Yin side further, I’m starting to see the value in staying and completing projects.
  2. Recently, I’ve learned that the main concept of my life is stories. This sounds so evident to me that it’s strange to even have to say it. However, I guess I never really did. Two days ago, when I couldn’t sleep, I visited a website I once made. I made it for people who were searching, finding themselves in-between worlds and needed support. The funny thing is that two years after I made it, I find myself being one of those people. The website comforted me. Especially this story about being fluid (read here). This person talked about wanting to be fluid and the viewpoint that systems don’t have a stable core. It’s super interesting, because throughout my search, I always wanted to find my “essence”, my true being. Well, I believe that the essence of my life is stories. However, there is also something really comfortable about the idea of life not having an essence. And me being allowed to flow fluidly from one phase to the next. I’ll think about this…
  3. I’ve moved in with my partner! This is a big celebration to me. Of all the changes in my life over the past few years, this might be the least scary one. Now, I find myself Hestia-ing in new kinds of ways. I’m referring to Jean Shinoda Bolen’s book Goddesses in Every Woman (Find it here). She uses the Greek Goddesses to describe different powerful archetypes within women’s lives. This is helpful, because the explanations of their characteristics, challenges and talents provide a unique way of looking at yourself and the processes in your life. She also wrote a version for men, by the way (Find here). According to Bolen, all archetypes are present within us but some are more at the forefront during different phases of our lives. It was a big relief for me to read about Hestia. She is the Goddess of Hearth, Home and Hospitality. This meant that I could start valuing my interests in the household, decoration, and creating a warm, homy vibe. I used to think that those were outdated female qualities that I, an emancipated woman, shouldn’t strive for anymore. Turns out that emancipation is more about valuing whatever you want. Who’d thought?
  4. Today, as I’m writing this, I’ve endured 77 days of having no future plan. 77 days! I have to be honest and admit that this is not completely true. I started counting when I worked my last day at one of my two jobs. One week ago, I also finished the other job. However, in the meantime, I already had some job-interviews going. I wasn’t going to end up without a plan! I never do. While I secretly kind of knew that this time, I was supposed to learn to live with uncertainty, I was still trying to use the same method as usual. Find something new before the old thing ends. Well, it didn’t work. I didn’t get the job. Now what? I don’t know.
  5. It’s funny that “practice what you preach” is SO true. For years now, I’ve been advocating for “leaving room for uncertainty”, “listening to the rhythm of nature”, “trusting the universe”, “creativity doesn’t want to be forced”, jadajada. I have to look into the mirror and say: “Tara, you’re still not practicing that.” Do you know that scene in Finding Nemo, when Dory and Marvin are hanging from the big tongue of a whale – inside of the whale, and Dory begs Marvin to trust her? They have to let go, she claims. Marvin’s like, “Looking at our situation, we’re obviously gonna die if we do that”. I watched that movie endlessly as a kid. Apparently, that story proved an important point in my life. They don’t die. And the cynic in me STILL says: they were just lucky. It’s a kids movie. Life does’t work that way. But… I didn’t really try it, did I? So how can I know?
  6. I noticed something peculiar over the past few weeks. It happens quite often that people approach me outside, asking for directions. Apparently, I look like someone who would help. That does make sense, because I always do. But I don’t consider myself the approaching type, so I wonder. Why do they ask me? It could be a coincidence. There are many tourists around where I live and I’m just a young woman walking relatively slow. But still. These encounters keep me thinking because some part of me actively wants to help them. Within my search for purpose and beloning, it has become a reoccurring phrase: I want to help people on their way. I might want to do that through stories. I might want to do that by creating warm and inviting environments. I might want to provide a sense of security within uncertain times. It feels like my Ikigai, because it gives me a sense of meaning without a specific reason. Take that, cynic in me!

Here is the collage ♡

Winter Thoughts

I cannot begin to describe how wonderful it feels to express my thoughts.

So much has been happening within me for the past almost 6 (!) years. Until now, I wasn’t strong enough to share about it. Transformation takes a lot of energy, and I’ve been bursting with information. Now, it’s finally time.

…to plant SEEDS. Just seeds are enough. This is one of my most significant lessons. Not everything has to happen today. There are many steps to take between it’s never happening and it must happen now. I learned this from nature.

When we follow the seasons, it becomes strange to have New Year’s resolutions. January is a time to stand still. To wait. To rest and digest. It’s not a time to start new things.

It is a time, however, in which seeds are buried, frozen, and preserved under the soil. It is a time full of potential. It is a time to practice waiting.

I’d like to learn more about the act of waiting. I’ve never been a very patient person. As soon as I envision an end goal, I want to be there. My brother once pointed out to me that living makes no sense if you’re just running from one goal to the next. It took me a while to truly understand.

Now, I see that waiting is beautiful. Just like the cold, the silence, and the patience of winter. I understand that it is essential for new things to begin. Also, my body welcomes the waiting and resting with open arms.

I have discovered another thing: I can be my own kind of guide. I’ve been inspired by many others. I also tried to be like them, share like them, guide like them. It didn’t work. I lost my ability to reach people. I learned that I guide others by opening up about myself. That’s my unique way, and I’m learning to love it.

To end with; I’ve taken a big step. To practice waiting and strengthen my guidance, I quit one of my two jobs. I don’t have a plan yet. I wanted to free up more time for resting and exploring. I want to open up space for something new to approach me. I want to nourish my seeds.

Where will this bring me? I don’t know. I don’t want to know yet. It’s scary! But I’m becoming more certain. Something good will come. First, let’s patiently wait. ❆

Recovery: I was never that great

Say what now? Never that great? That doesn’t fit the love yourself vocabulary. You have to love yourself! 

Don’t worry, I do. I love me, my talents, and my mistakes. But honestly, I was never that great. 

I often told myself that I was always right. I wasn’t afraid to tell others as well. And sure, I do have a strong intuition and many pleasant features. This message isn’t about that! It’s about spiritual ego. 

Due to a lack of better resources, I was using the idealized view of my spiritually evolved Self as a way to avoid reflection. I was unbalanced. I paid much attention to my spiritual side, while my physical, embodied reality was suffering from neglect. 

The hardest part about this issue was recognizing and acknowledging my not-so-greatness. My undeveloped parts. My self-destructive side. It’s hard because I didn’t want to, you know, feel that my well-intended efforts sometimes didn’t succeed. 

Because they were well-intended. Always, I dare to say. Unfortunately, that’s not always enough. And that’s a part of life. 

I admire my well-intendedness and it balances my not-so-greatness. It helps to be soft and kind to myself within the realization process. It helps to stay my own best friend. 

This, for me, is a picture of recovery. After a long period of burning out and general malaise, I’m rebuilding. I was broken. I was hurt. I was out of control. But I was also strong, brave and worth trying. 

Recovery is a delicate state. Within it, there’s a moment where one can say: It’s time to move on. I can say: It’s time to move on. 

I love making fire. It brings out a childly (I don’t like the word childish) joy and happiness. It’s that inner child that, by making a connection to its adult body – is guiding the advent of resurrection and play.

It can take so much time to start something

The idea to spread The Revolution of the Kind People has been circulating in my head for quite some time already. However, manifesting this idea continues to be hard for me. It feels like I understand its essence, but it’s still hard to explain what it’s about. I keep finding excuses not to start describing, even though I’m also telling myself that this is what I want to do. How does that work?

For me this is really about the question: what things inside of me am I giving attention to? There are so many things that seem important, but are actually grabbing my attention specifically because the opposite is true: I don’t want to do them. And I keep thinking, “if I finish this thing, I will finally have time for the things I really want to do.” But, surprise, surprise, there is always something new. At some point, you just have to switch. Because the Sisyphus inside of me will never get the satisfaction of successfully pushing that stone.

Surprise, surprise: there is always something new.

Today, someone reached out to me through Instagram, asking me about the Revolution of the Kind People. This has happened more often over the past few weeks, but today was really a blessing. I thought, yeah, sure, what is it about? Why is there still no information? Then I cancelled my meetings for today, and started writing.

The Revolution of the Kind People is a Collective Imaginative Exercise to imagine a more pleasant world.

Of course, I have known what my own idea is about for a while. However, I’m understanding more and more that it’s actually about my own development. It’s about my own wish for peace and quiet. It’s about my desire to make life more pleasant.

Apparently, it’s hard for me to actively start the search. It’s also hard for me to connect my personal desires to those of many people living on this planet. I keep finding excuses to start later. When I’m finished. When I’m stable. When I’ve got my life together. I give attention to the voices that scream loudest in me, which are not the kindest ones. And that’s exactly what the Revolution of the Kind People is about.

The voices that scream loudest, are not the kindest ones.

So, hurrah! Let’s make room for the softer voices. I want to create some space inside of me; make room for what wants to come out. Honestly, I think the Revolution of the Kind People is a bit shy. It feels like it’s saying: “Really? Do you really want me to say something? This must be a mistake, right? I’ll pass.” Isn’t that cute?

Shortly, I can say that, for now, the Revolution of the Kind People is about shifting attention. To shift attention means to redirect energy flows. And, in this case, lose some energy as well. I used to do most things drastically. But today, I want to take care of the vulnerable beginnings that are sprouting in the soils of my being. Just a little water, bit of sunlight; no more Rolling Stones.