An Invitation.

cross pollinate we must

The last post I shared triggered many. Indeed, these are triggering times. It is nearly guaranteed that whatever experience we share openly in this traumatized bardo in which we now find ourselves passing through will be met with disgust by some, possibly many. Yet despite our fears of rejection, now more than ever, we must sing our songs, however sloppy they may be. We must start to try again, to tell our messy tales. Cross-pollinating our stories strengthens and liberates, heals and excites us in ways that formally offering purely peer reviewed science never could.

I don’t claim to know the full story of anything. I don’t know Truth anymore than you do. But we all have beautiful, tender experiences to share and share we must.

Privately, I have been receiving many emails and messages on various platforms elegantly stating views far from the view I expressed in my previous post. All of these views have touched me, changed me, shape-shifted me and allowed me to see more vastly, from vantages I cannot myself see from without your courageous willingness to show me.

I welcome your view. I desperately hope more of you will consider sharing too, with all the rage and love and confusion of an exhausted human. We all want to hear.

This small note then is an invitation. Please, share your experiences with us. With US. I am but one simple parent trying to challenge the current ways we see and do this thing called life. I can only share what I see. We all benefit from seeing more. Your view matters.

So please, Comment. Share. Like or dislike. Tell your story with us. And although I will continue to welcome private messages, I encourage all of you to share your reactions, feeling, experiences, Stories, etc. publicly with each future post.

I don’t know where this little Substack page is going, but I have been deeply touched by all the feedback I have received from many of you, some whom I have never met before and I know that if we can generate a more open dialogue, together, it could take us somewhere, dare I say it… holy?

I hope to see you by our next campfire.

-Gregory Pettys

Pun Pun Farm, Thailand

Full Moon, 2/5