Lindsay Kolasa

The End of the Manufactured Human?

What if we showed no shame in showering the earth with whole-bodied adoration?

What if we nobly faced the four directions, offered prayers, and felt our place in the center?

What if we celebrated life with songs at the slightest urge?

What if we didn’t have to shield our inner soul from the shrapnel of modernity with it’s death-grip on technology?

What if we serenaded our sorrows with real weeping and grief?

(…the kind that would echo through time and give our ancestors relief…)

What if we released the suffocation of our muses all to fit into this professional profusion of confusion?

Instead.

What if we took a deep breath into the middle of our chest and rode the crest of soul-swell into the next phase of our lives?

Would we then remember what is like to be in our skin?

Would we?

And, what then?

Would we learn to depend on the whispers of our intuition?

(Yes, THAT one — relegated to the lowly status of interpersonal superstition…)

Would we dust off the neglected foundations of inner knowing and get rowing…?

…slowly at first…and then with strength and clarity, moving through the river of life with rhythm and sync…

This is a river from which we can drink…

Yes.

This is a life from which we can pour a glass of ENOUGH.

…enough of being on the brink

of this cruel, creative extinction…

With even a sip…

…we will resurrect a life worthy of the richest feral distinctions.

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by Lindsay Kolasa, Oct 2023

(Image – “Woman and dog canoeing.” Priest Lake Historical Photograph Collection, Priest Lake Museum Association photographs, 1880-1950)