At the core of conflict is a lack of attention.
When our inner conflictual thoughts force us into a state of stuckness, a still, generative attention, often brought about through a pause, is the softest conduit to access our fabrications.
When we pause, we land in a place where we can tend to the multiple voices, sounds, expressions, feelings, and meanings, and other assumptions that we, or society, our family, and/or our community have injected into our stream of thoughts. Some of them are true, some are not true (others might call them useful or not useful).
So, with deep attention, we gracefully invite the unwanted guests to consider leaving our garden, because as they stand, they are but a teasing, insidious row of clean and symmetrical potatoes, haplessly oval and bland, devoid of real nutrients.
These untrue assumptions are, in fact, indigestible roots that are taking up too much space.
What is different when you have more space for creation, for life, in this patch of your garden?
Which new meaning or narrative can now “bed” in awe?
If we knew that a still, electrifying attention was the source of life, how would this help morph our conflicts?
