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Progressive Renaissance

  I will admit, I have been a bit reluctant crafting wistful thoughts and sharing them, as there has been a looming lack of creativity… this during a time where we have moments of isolation to “work on ourselves.” However, out of this involuntary reflection, I have been developing allowance of just letting things be. That freedom from expectation opened the thought floodgates, “After all of this, as the beginning of something inevitably has an end… how will we all be as a humanity? Will we go back to how we were living with an altered process of doing things? Will we remember how to do the ‘normal’ things? Will we learn to maintain kindness? Will we utilize the lessons learned during this time to infer how we communicate and treat others? Will ‘we’ ever be we again?”
 
       Thoughts transformed into a considerative (yes, I make up words) journey of how humanitarianism has gone through cycles of advancement – or supposedly. Whenever we are shocked to our core, it seems that some level of information purports our progress. I am hoping that this disheartening time will leads us into a Progressive Renaissance so we can reevaluate our way of living and truly support the well-being of the human existence.  I find the answer to all the questions above should be a resounding yes, with the understanding that this will forever shape our need to be progressive with the utmost compassion, truth, strength, encouragement, humility, and compromise. 
     
       As renaissances takes a significant period of time leading towards recognition and social change, I understand that not everyone will be along for the ride… It is important to have serious conversations with those who see no other way than assembling for the immediacy and convenience of power rather than the counterculture of progression and champion open lines of respectful free-thinking. Subjectively, I think it is as simple as the world unifying as a people who have all been impacted by a significant experience, and as such, we should all cultivate acceptance and evolutionary learning. Namaste.

The Working Yogini

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