This morning, I pondered polarity - that word symbolizing a spectrum of vantage points, and I think often conceptualized as a line with distinctly opposing points at each end…
“Good…Bad”, “Hot…Cold”, “Dark…Light”…
you get the picture: the very different. So different, the two cannot seemingly be one.
And the pondering scrambled over hills of terrain from previous expeditions into “polarity”…
Deida’s work “Intimate Communion”, describing his experience with energies we consider masculine and feminine, and his belief that polarity is essential for intimate relationships to thrive….
The psychology and physiology of what we call emotion, and tendency to splay the feels along the polar line, contrasting joy and sorrow, for example, as opposites….
Way-back chemistry college days, studying electrical circuits, physics, and the ways parts of “matter” came together, bonding, or flew apart….
None of the landscape consciously considered, more now in retrospect the ground from which a broader view of the map emerged, maybe?
The insight probably now appearing through the door opened by a chat with my loverman early this week about what it means to us to be “alive”. Living, being experienced as a flow of energy - call it drama, romance, adventure - without movement we miss the “aliveness” of being human.
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So in going from the zoomed in basic assumptions - forces of atomic attraction / repulsion - to the group human dynamics we play in, there appears to be layers of moving current at work...
(see how I positioned “play” and “work” in that statement? ;)
And maybe the musing unconsciously travelling back to the starting point - the “me” perspective I hold - to consider my internal “polarity”….
Over this lifetime, who I consider myself to be has expanded, and since the eyesight-clearing 2020 paradigm-crush, now includes vast lands of paradox.
I have felt joy and sorrow simultaneously, thought completely opposite “facts” to be true, and witnessed the sudden solving of “problems” only held in place by a linear polarity that distances two views in Flat-Stanley-style 2D.
So the insight…
What if our capacity for expanding our own divergence into “polarities” provides for an internal wholeness that gives us a greater dynamic sense of “aliveness”?
As we become more conscious of our own wholeness, and wild rainbow of forces - perceptions, thoughts, feels - we embody “polarity” in a way that is like a self-sustaining energy system?
The realization of our own “individual” power station, I think, as intimately connected and flowing with the life energy of every aspect in this creation - Source seems infinite, and our living becomes more about directing the flow, maybe?
Witnessing, like a sandbox experiment, what the outcome of heaping up toy dumptrucks of earth here or there looks like…pushing the whole pile down to start again….
Maybe?
Since I have found unexpected treasures in exploring what richness “polarity” gives my shared life with super-loverman, I wondered what “right” place polarity has for us as a species?
I see apparent exactly opposing views on display, usually with head-spinning “drama”, and it feels like massive energy lost to thermal waste - heat blowing up in fires of passion-filled argument.
I think, (my fave thing to say in response to kid-created curiosity-explosions), “that’s one way of doing things”.
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So, that insight….
What if, in our growing wholeness, we embrace our internal expanding polarity, and the result is a shift:
We no longer need to outsource polarity?
The sense of being human, fully alive, vibrant - simple and simultaneously complex - is so intensely felt, that our need to create mountains out of external molehills evaporates.
I know with my astoundingly present, sweetly balanced and uber-masculine mate, our play with polarity has freed us to be more ourselves. From that point of expression, the energies we share have become so much more vibrant, real, immediate, and satisfying. A paradox of synchronous completion and constant wonder, like there’s nothing missing and everything to explore.
If we no longer need to outsource polarity, maybe our external bonds can similarly play in a field of delight, with the naturally occurring “opposites” a source of energy flow with clear creative purpose, and less distortion.
This led me to another musing, on “disagreement”, which I’ll dive into in another post, but for now, I’ll leave you with a bit of etymology [oh, yeah!] to jolt your ideas about “polarity”.
First, the suffix “-ity” just shifts an adjective to a noun - my hypothesis is it’s a “trying to make a static thing” of a descriptor, like taking a still screenshot from a 2-hour movie.
So the root for “polar” from Latin polus "an end of an axis", has an interesting, more augmented meaning. Polus in Latin also refers to “the sky, heavens”, and the Greek polos denotes a "pivot, axis of a sphere, the sky."
Here, the Online Etymology Dictionary describes that both Latin and Greek roots are thought to have arisen “from the PIE *kwol- ‘turn round’ (PIE *kw- becomes Greek p- before some vowels), from root *kwel- (1) ‘revolve, move round.’ "
I’ll let you check out the lengthy description of this basic symbol yourself, if interested… but in short, it means circle.
"a round axis", “wheel”, “any circular body, circular motion, cycle of events”….
Like a limp lifeless balloon, pressured into new dimensions with breath, if we watch polarity shift from a line to a circle, I think our worldview changes.
How about a sphere? Literally infinite points, some falling on “2 exactly opposite views” diameter lines…and still a part of the whole?
And then, the paradox of our own wholeness can be alive - with and without contradiction.
What do you think?
I’m curious what ideas you hold, in the multi-polarity of your own vast worlds of wonder…