Belonging
I am in my first few days of a 30 day writing challenge with the Pussy Witch. Today’s prompt was about when we have felt the greatest sense of belonging. After free writing for some time, I discovered that I feel the most sense of belonging when I am in some way holding or supporting community containers. In coming to this conclusion, I excavated some layers. I asked the question of myself, does the sense of belonging that is connected to holding and supporting community containers point to a need for love or validation?
When I really sat with this question, what came through is this. There is a small part of me that seeks that validation and love through service. I could shame myself, or simply acknowledge the raw humanness in this.
What felt much bigger that holds more weight is an idea around responsibility and belonging. What would the world be like if we all felt joy and satisfaction in being of service, either within communities and political activities that we believe in, or to the planet?
Ultimately, we all belong to the earth. Perhaps our sense of belonging stems from our sense of responsibility to make things better, more functional, more beautiful, in the ways we have access to. What an amazing vision to hold. Perhaps our sense of responsibility gives rise to our sense of belonging. When we hold that sense of responsibility sacredly, perhaps then our sense of belonging is inherent, and we question it less.
