I’m big on movement. Get it moving. Cut the shit, do the thing. (Thanks again, Robin!) I don’t want to become colonically fixated here, but we do call it a “bowel movement”, right? There’s good stuff that our bodies are amazingly skilled at refining from the shit we eat, and then there’s … well … the shit! And let’s not forget that shit is good stuff, too … just not good for us as it’s constituted when we expel it.
One of the beliefs I hold as a GeoCosMystic is this: “It’s ALL good.”
I have little interest in marking time, marching in place. Stats. Stasis. Statistics. Stuckness. Staying put. Knowing my “place”. I want to be going somewhere, making progress.
Dancing is movement. Walking, running, flying, spinning, ascending or descending, climbing, swimming, diving, soaring … you get the idea.
Where does my geocosmystism take me, shake me, push me, drive me, or launch me? Is it the latest and the greatest of neuvo-spiritualities? Does it plunge me into the dirty business of organizing for social justice? Does it MOVE me? Does it get me up and out and in and among and down wid’it? Does it wind me up and send me screaming into the culture with YouTube videos and Facebook links with Tweetledeedee and Tweetingisdumb? I know I don’t want anything to do with anything that makes me any more of a liquid crystal or plasma-navel-gazer than I already am. Is there something in between, a "middle way"?
So … geocosmystics are bodies in motion. We’re putting our bodies on the line for our wild notions. We’re the answer to the Zombie Nation! Next question?
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