DARK RYE RIFFS ::: emergence
You don’t know what’s wrong with you. Your best ideas are guesses. Draw a problem—any problem—from a hat. Not enough money. Not enough time. Once, you lost your mom in the grocery store and, ever since, you’ve been cold and alone in the pink frozen meat aisle. Bad luck. Hexes. All just guesses.
What if the source of your discontent was actually the rumbling of your next Big Idea? And what if the stories you tell yourself just serve to keep it submerged?
I’ve been thinking about limens. Those thresholds between what you don’t know and what you do. Imagine your unconscious as a bubbling stew. A bunch of contradiction and disparity and juicy chunks of idea all simmering simmering simmering. It’s uncomfortable, a recipe, trying to come together. That’s what’s wrong with you. You’re cooking.
But a watched pot never boils. So after you wrack your brain, straining to figure yourself out, you throw your hands in the air and give up. You take a walk. Ride your bike. Sit beneath a shady tree. Find a kid and fly a kite.
And then BAM! The limen gives and your answer bursts through. What’s on your dinner table? A novel? An invention? A new business model? A career change? A painting? A whole new set of philosophical assumptions that usher in entirely new modes of Being?
Who’s the new you, bubbling through the stew, waiting to emerge?
~ Jon Sponaas is an English teacher in Las Vegas, Nevada who spins off Dark Rye to speak in prose, poetry, rap, and tongues. He likes people living OFF the grid IN the grid. Urban soul, you know?
(art via Saatchi Online Artist: Marjolein Starreveld; Fabric, 2011, Assemblage / Collage “little sister2”)