Collective Consciousness – Emerson

The old fable covers a doctrine ever new and sublime; that there is One Man,–present to all particular men only partially, or through one faculty; and that you must take the whole society to find the whole man. Man is not a farmer, or a professor, or an engineer, but he is all. Man is priest, and scholar, and statesman, and producer, and soldier. In the divided or social state, these functions are parceled out to individuals, each of whom aims to do his stint of the joint work, whilst each other performs his. The fable implies, that the individual, to possess himself, must sometimes return from his own labor to embrace all the other laborers. But unfortunately, this original unit, this fountain of power, has been so distributed to multitudes, has been so minutely subdivided and peddled out, that it is spilled into drops, and cannot be gathered. The state of society is one in which the members have suffered amputation from the trunk, and strut about so many walking monsters,–a good finger, a neck, a stomach, an elbow, but never a man.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, in The American Scholar

How can man be satisfied with his day’s work when he cannot complete even one whole part to a working puzzle? The over-efficiency that plagues our world right now deprives man of the ability to connect to the finished product, to the consumer using the product, to his audience, to the reader. To those who feel they are made for something more, that there must be more to life than this work, they are right.

I was recently talking to a man who grew up in West Virginia, in the mountains. In the evenings, his neighbors would get together with their various instruments, voices, dancing shoes, and together would have a nightly convening of their talents. They would work together to make beautiful music, but also a community with a sense of wholeness, a rich environment for children, a sense of continuity for the elderly, and a place all could call home. I asked whether he joins in these festivities when he visits home. He told me that since the popularization of air conditioning and the internet, these get-togethers no longer take place. At all. What a heart-wrenching tale of the breakup of a community, a separation of a whole into individual parts, unable to sense the collective heartbeat any longer.

Good news – we’re humans. We need this connection. Sooner or later, we will tire of this trend toward isolation. Personally I’m rooting for a breakdown of all technology  that leads us back to an barter-based agricultural economy. But that’s the lazy way. The right way requires hard work, advocacy, and good parenting at the community level. I’ll work on mine, you work on yours. 🙂

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A New Chapter

I am now licensed to practice therapeutic massage in Ohio. I have turned down three jobs in two weeks, and I have two interviews this week. I could never have foreseen such a complete overhaul in my life. The progression of events has solidified my faith in God and the idea that nothing will fall into place until it’s the right time. Thanks to my previous employer, I’ve had a month and a half of paid time to look for new jobs in a completely different industry. After four long years, God handed this one to me on a platter.

Corporate America beat me down. Though I have the appropriate degree and management experience, I had been pegged at a certain level, with a certain monetary limit to what I was worth, and it wasn’t generous. I applied for jobs for years. Nothing. I tried playing the game. Nothing I mean what does a resume really say about a person? It certainly doesn’t convey innovation, intuition, loyalty in the truest sense, or other such intangible qualities. And it is these qualities I possess in abundant amounts. So screw THEM. A month and a half into my unemployment, my confidence has soared. At 18, the world was at my fingertips. At 22, I felt I had the skills to take on the business world. At 24 I felt I had nothing to offer, and at 26 I realize I have everything, but rarely will others appreciate my finer qualities. I am naturally a confident person, but I also internalize my surroundings. I understand why it is so important to surround yourself with supportive people. Working on MY goals with MY time has allowed me to reach a new state of mind. And the other day, I went to the thrift store and bought new pants… in my size. No more fitting into a job that is too small for me. I’m wearing big girl pants.

So many of us do a so-so job for so-so pay to afford a so-so life. But I’m so-so done with the so-called American Dream with the house and the constant state of one-upsmanship and resentment of others’ good fortune. At this stage in my life, Beatles songs seem to be seeping into my daily positive self-talk: “all you need is love.” “Just let it be, sis.” “All the lonely people, where do they all come from?” The last one usually pops up at the grocery store, but that’s another story.

My husband and I have been happier in the past month, with half our pay and no benefits, than we ever were in a manufactured stable “successful” life.

What A Gift…

“The ways by which you may get money almost without exception lead downward. To have done anything by which you earned money merely is to have been truly idle or worse. If the laborer gets no more than the wages which his employer pays him, he is cheated, he cheats himself.” – Henry David Thoreau

The more I think about it, the more I realize how beautiful this gift of sudden unemployment is. In some way, I have been hoping for this for years. But for it to have come earlier would not have been ideal. The reason it is so wonderful is the timing. I needed this precisely at this time. It is this kind of realization that makes me feel that God truly is, quietly, subtly, in my corner.

In about a month, I will have my license to practice massage therapy in Ohio. Watch out world! But what is amazing is the perfect two months preceding that time, during which I can attend to the printing of business cards, or the scoping of the job scene, and truly taking the time to understand where I want to go with this, what is right for me. To do this while fully employed would have been impossible. My schedule is wide open for interviews and applying. And this time at home has given me the ability to really think about what it means to go to work each day. I must be able to make others happy and be treated with dignity; modern practices of clocking in and out, logging my every move, and being under constant supervision are behind me now. I refuse to accept such circumstances in my future. Perhaps those from another generation or way of life would say I am being picky, prideful, or unwise in limiting my prospects so. But I say I am a beautiful creation of God, perfectly imperfect, not here to be watched and subjected to the will of others if I desire not to be. Perhaps it is in the spirit of May Day, yesterday, that I feel this revelation in a different kind of workers’ rights, a more subtle and profound kind. Who knows, maybe I’ll set up shop for myself! I’ve got the time…