YES! Beyoncé is definitely the musical pairing! Now that you mentioned it “All the Singing Bridgers” (to the sound of Single Ladies! is repeating in my head). And of course The Beach Boys: Ba Ba Ba… 🙄 The Toddler class with their childish tweets and the (rather brilliant) Lego videos is sadly so predictable — it is like watching a mental health crisis manual play out in real time.
Perhaps it is just another mid century modern woman swing, but I think many of us are beginning to feel this — those moments in the night, heart racing, not because something has gone wrong—but because something deeper has come right.
The clarity to see through the conditioning — the longer I spend in the woods — the truth feels as though it gets more vibrant — the spell we have been living under thins. The story we were handed—the one that said compete, accumulate, win at all costs (certainly with no regard for one’s neighbor— “it’s a “dog eat dog” world”) —begins to loosen its grip. And in that awareness, a sense of both grief and relief.
Grief, for the ways we were taught to measure our worth against a system that devours what it claims to value. Grief, for the quiet knowledge that in trying to secure a future for those we love, we were brainwashed and enlisted into patterns that endanger that very future!!
But also relief—profound, cellular relief—because the unease we carry was never a personal failing. It was our aliveness, a deep knowing, refusing to go numb.
Finally it is so clear that this “game” of endless extraction, of success defined by separation and dominance, is not the only way. It is a story—powerful, yes—but not ultimate. And now, by taking a step off the “kill or be killed” gerbil wheel we are seeing through it.
Breaking out of the trance of industrial growth society into the wider, richer truth of belonging. We begin to feel again our place in the web of life—not above it, not apart from it, but within it. And from that remembering, a different kind of power arises.
Not power-over, but power-with.
Not scarcity, but sufficiency.
Not isolation, but interbeing.
The 2am bolt out of bed gives way to something else—a fierce tenderness. A clarity that asks not “How do I win?” but “How do I serve life?” And in that question, a new roadmap quietly emerges.
It may look less like conquest and more like cultivation.
Less like extraction and more like regeneration.
Less like proving, and more like belonging.
We begin to notice that what truly nourishes our children is not the accumulation of wealth, but the presence of a living world, intact relationships, and a community that remembers, feels, and knows how to care.
And here is the quiet, radical truth: stepping out of that old extraction game does not diminish us. It returns us. It restores our agency, our creativity, our capacity to participate in the healing of this world.
So if you too wake in the night, trembling with the realization that the path we were given is not the path that makes sense anymore —know this:
You are not alone.
You are not late.
You are right on time.
Because this awakening, painful as it may be, is also an initiation—into a way of living that is more honest, more connected, and ultimately, more alive than anything the old story could ever offer.
Put a blanket on it! Absolutely 😂 i can here Beyoncé singing it now… if you like then you better put a blanket on it! 🤣
YES! Beyoncé is definitely the musical pairing! Now that you mentioned it “All the Singing Bridgers” (to the sound of Single Ladies! is repeating in my head). And of course The Beach Boys: Ba Ba Ba… 🙄 The Toddler class with their childish tweets and the (rather brilliant) Lego videos is sadly so predictable — it is like watching a mental health crisis manual play out in real time.
Perhaps it is just another mid century modern woman swing, but I think many of us are beginning to feel this — those moments in the night, heart racing, not because something has gone wrong—but because something deeper has come right.
The clarity to see through the conditioning — the longer I spend in the woods — the truth feels as though it gets more vibrant — the spell we have been living under thins. The story we were handed—the one that said compete, accumulate, win at all costs (certainly with no regard for one’s neighbor— “it’s a “dog eat dog” world”) —begins to loosen its grip. And in that awareness, a sense of both grief and relief.
Grief, for the ways we were taught to measure our worth against a system that devours what it claims to value. Grief, for the quiet knowledge that in trying to secure a future for those we love, we were brainwashed and enlisted into patterns that endanger that very future!!
But also relief—profound, cellular relief—because the unease we carry was never a personal failing. It was our aliveness, a deep knowing, refusing to go numb.
Finally it is so clear that this “game” of endless extraction, of success defined by separation and dominance, is not the only way. It is a story—powerful, yes—but not ultimate. And now, by taking a step off the “kill or be killed” gerbil wheel we are seeing through it.
Breaking out of the trance of industrial growth society into the wider, richer truth of belonging. We begin to feel again our place in the web of life—not above it, not apart from it, but within it. And from that remembering, a different kind of power arises.
Not power-over, but power-with.
Not scarcity, but sufficiency.
Not isolation, but interbeing.
The 2am bolt out of bed gives way to something else—a fierce tenderness. A clarity that asks not “How do I win?” but “How do I serve life?” And in that question, a new roadmap quietly emerges.
It may look less like conquest and more like cultivation.
Less like extraction and more like regeneration.
Less like proving, and more like belonging.
We begin to notice that what truly nourishes our children is not the accumulation of wealth, but the presence of a living world, intact relationships, and a community that remembers, feels, and knows how to care.
And here is the quiet, radical truth: stepping out of that old extraction game does not diminish us. It returns us. It restores our agency, our creativity, our capacity to participate in the healing of this world.
So if you too wake in the night, trembling with the realization that the path we were given is not the path that makes sense anymore —know this:
You are not alone.
You are not late.
You are right on time.
Because this awakening, painful as it may be, is also an initiation—into a way of living that is more honest, more connected, and ultimately, more alive than anything the old story could ever offer.