A sense of QUALITY

Perhaps even more than a sense of purpose we NEED A SENSE OF QUALITY, perhaps they go hand in hand. In much of modern America, our lives are filled with busyness, with tasks, goals and endless varieties of detailed accomplishments, sometimes for self, sometimes for others but so frequently devoid of a deeper meaning or bridging a deeper connection to humanity or existence. We are squirming on the edge of our own awareness and consciousness trying to grow. Yet we are pressed against the glass ceiling of our cultural or familial beliefs, and our understanding of the world and reality, squandering our time, energy and attention.

If we are lucky we have guides and mentors that clue us into a deeper sense of well being and coping mechanisms, and the abstract unseen factors of life that provide a framework for the events we see around us, the choices we make and the actions of ourselves and others. If we are not so fortunate, we spend our lives feeling hollow, hungry and never quite understanding that the thing we seek is not outside of ourselves, in lives incidents and experiences, but something we bring to the table ourselves, an intent we carry within ourselves and infuse into our perceptions and expectations for and of ourselves.

Sometimes even when we have learned this lesson, life has a way of testing us and making us prove it, relearn it, demonstrate our understanding, the quality really is up to us, but we don’t often realize or know how to go about claiming and creating it. The purpose of the project and blog has been to explore these ideas in a practical experiential way, that perhaps inspires, dissects, and shines a light onto how to realize our vital participation in quality. We explore quality VS quantity in a number of areas from materialism to relationships, to esoteric functioning.

We discover the importance and process of inventing or reinventing ones self-ness after significant loss or trauma. But perhaps the most significant theme explored is the link between a lack of ritual, rites of passage and the depression and lack of meaning in modern north American society at large; the tiny things in life from which we have extracted, normalized and removed significance, which when that meaning is acknowledged makes tiny rites of passage in the lives of everyone of us, if we choose it.