fellow questers…

my friend…devon… who lives in cole valley  showed me a recent new york times magazine article entitled “is there ecological unconsciousness?…

while not named ‘ecological unconsciousness’ then… the concept has been available to collective consciousness since american transcendentalists started dancing figuratively with spirit and nature… oh.. and the mind too…

transcendentalists believe the mind and nature are but one thing… to separate the two is an illusion of semiotic duality… to think there is an ‘us’ and ‘nature’ is a linguistic lie.. cows and chickens fortunately are not cursed with our rhetorical consciousness which loves dividing the phenomenological world into pieces… sometimes we would be more productive just laying an egg, no?…

so what does ecological unconsciousness have to do with the ‘wild self’? .. a lot actually… both terms touch on the archetypal motives within… the compulsions that lunge us forward regardless of our exterior identifications… i am this.. and i am that..

ecological unconsciousness is about the hidden part of us.. the wilder part.. that intuitively knows when it’s at ‘home’… and when it’s not… and by ‘home’… not your comfy pad… but our ecological pad… god’s green crib… or for some… a brown crib…

i do like the question ecopsychologists are asking themselves: how does nature optimize the mind… i would go further though: how does nature optimize lived experience…

thinking mother nature only leaves impressions upon our cognition overlooks her ability to replenish holistically… at all levels… we embody her… cognitively.. spiritually… bodily… geez… i feel silly even using these terms because she impresses the whole organism yet her impact is trapped in my category-creating consciousness…

alive,

gino

questions for questers?

when is the last time you would’ve been better off just laying an egg?

how does your category-creating consciousness limit mother nature’s ability to leave her impression upon you?