I had another post planned for today, and something close to this post for another. But stuff happens – like getting a private message on twitter that criticized me for being “too political lately.” I’m not going to rant, but I do want to share what’s on my mind about the political, creative and personal and pose questions that come up for me. The two are not the same thing, though as a woman I’ve too often been accused of ranting and raving when I express myself authentically. Nor am I going to defend myself.
Three stances I see and hear online (or otherwise) trouble me:
1. “I don’t do politics” (meaning at all, at any time – not just choosing to stay out of the political mix in social media)
2. Preceding any political statement with “Not to sound too political, but …”, or it might be “too feminist” or “too much like an activist”
3. “I am political, feminist, progressive … and all of you that share whimsical art, found hearts and cute cats are a waste of space.”
(*Note: I won’t go on and on about people who have these attitudes. That would be ranting)
(*Another Note: I keep looking for heart rocks or shells or something but I never find them. What’s up with that?)
I have to admit that in my past I’ve been guilty of #2. The cultural baggage we get handed, especially as women, made me afraid of appearing too opinionated or aggressive – not much of a problem for me anymore.
The labels political, feminist, progressive, activist all fit me, so do the labels artist, writer, photographer, mystic, Buddhist, Wild Feminine and a slew of others. But they aren’t labels I wear, they represent who I am and none of them stand alone. It’s not that I’m political and mystical or feminist and an artist – I can’t disconnect one from the other. If I create a whimsical piece of art or a piece directly addressing some part of our political/social landscape, one piece doesn’t cancel out the other one.
I can do this:
or post a link supporting this article.
When I don’t do that, that’s when I feel fragmented, disoriented from my center, and inauthentic. That’s when I betray myself because I feel afraid.
I know I’m not alone. So, I’m wondering if you would join me in a conversation? How do you integrate the political, the personal, the creative? How do you live authentically? What are some obstacles in your way? How have you overcome the challenges of living authentically?