Well, here’s the thing: It’s easy to write about shit. This is not true, of course, it’s programming, it’s software. I learned this once, that shit’s better than gold, that shame’s better than joy, that the best way to be a human being is to be well hidden underneath fallen branches and wet moss.
And I wasn’t the only one. The story we’ve told ourselves and our kids and our grandkids has been a struggling, fighting, shitty story. Scarcity. Austerity. Shut up and produce. But I don’t want that story anymore, I’m full of it, I’m sick of it.
Because, here’s the thing: My body. Your body. The pattern of migrating birds. Oak leaves turning yellow. People facing reality, facing pain, facing whatever is right in front of their feet. People reaching out for help. And people helping.
I don’t think the universe wants shit. I know the universe wants flow. And balance. And compassion and love and expansion and friendship and children who get to grow and grow and grow until they’re as big as their dreaming souls. No, bigger. I know the universe wants life. And what is life?
Life is here.
(ah, how I love you when I write this)
Here. Reaching out through our bodies, our actions, our songs. Saying loudly and clearly that the time for every kind of system that constrains life’s own movement is over. It’s done. It’s done. It’s time.
Time to let life in.
This Monday I'm co-organizing (and performing with Marianne) Kampenhjelpen's charity concert for the refugees in the Kampen church in Oslo, along with the greatest organizers and the most amazing line-up. All the money goes directly to Red Cross Oslo's work with our new arriving friends from Syria. I would love to see all of you there – and to share with you this feeling I walk around with: That everything is possible. Whoever we talk to, the answer, the attitude, the movement is "YES". What a blessing. Come.