People of the Blessed Unrest
A love letter to those who’ve long felt the ache but didn’t know it was shared
There is a people. Not organized by nation, platform, or brand…but by ache.
They are scattered across disciplines and bioregions ~ systems changers and soul tenders, educators and artists, parents and presidents ~ midwives of the invisible.
They are the ones who…
Walk into rooms and feel the rupture beneath the agenda.
Sit at dinner tables and long for the conversations that aren't happening.
Weep for species they've never seen, and organize for futures they may never touch.
They are Gardeners of Systems. Singers of Repair. Composters of Extraction. Restorers of the Holy. Often without naming it as such. And so they do not yet realize…
They are A People.
…Which is why there must be a place.
Some places live in our bones before we ever walk their soil. This space is one of those. Not found, but remembered. A sanctuary for the ache you thought was yours alone.
This space is a prepared environment for the emerging global movement that is longing to restore Grace, Justice, and Beauty to the World.
Rooted in Montessori lineage, braided with ancestral intelligence, this nook stewards the conditions where the movement may remember what it is becoming.
Here, individuals are invited to connect to the larger pattern of healing of which they are a part. A school of liberation where learning isn’t about guzzling external expertise, but rather soaking in the sharings of kindred kin who echo the wisdom of your inner guidance.
So while this may look like a podcast, it’s really a sanctuary for sensemaking. A space for kindred edge-dwellers to come together to metabolize what’s stirring, aching, or emerging. A narrative hearth where the soul of a decentralized movement comes into coherence by hearing itself. An opportunity to recognize that what once seemed to be scattered fragments of action is actually a living, breathing, powerful force for evolution on our planet.
This is part of the Great Turning…that’s happening not just in systems, but also in our bodies and our souls. Not just through policy changes or protests, but in the strengthening of our true presence.
Whispers I’m Following…
Sometimes, I notice a quiet ache in me…not sharp, but ancient. Could it be a remembering of something I may have never quite had, but somehow still long for?
When I read “you may be one of The People,” something in my chest loosens. Not certainty, but a soft recognition. I wonder what sensations stir in your body as you take those words in?
Lately I’ve been sensing: Maybe belonging isn’t something to earn, but something we return to. I’m curious what “returning” might feel like for you.
In Closing
May it help you remember: Though your work may sometimes feel lonely, you are not alone. You are part of something ancient and still unfolding. You exist in this story. Your role is simply to listen, to remember, and to carry forward what the story asks of you.
If you recognize yourself in these words…you may be one of The People. One of us.
Welcome, Edge Dweller. The field has been waiting for you.
Parallel paths are beautiful. And yet it is the interwoven ones that hum with the heartbeat capable of healing our world.
Thank you, Paula, for taking your seat at the fire with the other Edge Dwellers. By speaking your resonance aloud, you’ve modeled something essential...claiming your place in the Blessed Unrest. Each voice that claims its seat helps the field see itself...and quietly beckons others to join the circle.
The salon you signed up for is part of an experiment I’m tending called Enriching Connections...a way for the movement to sense itself (and, as Meg Wheatley says, “connect to more of itself so it can learn about itself from itself”).
I’m so glad you’re part of this circle, Paula. Your presence nourishes the field.
I am drawn into the rich invitations and metaphors in your writing, Laureen. I have accepted a seat at the table for the People of the Blessed Unrest and feel honored to be sitting around the fire with other Edge Dwellers who hold space for healing. Appreciating your art of facilitation, I expect you will open with an orientation to guide us on how we can contribute to the salon once we arrive in the room. Looking forward to listening with you!