Stop Creating Outcomes Out of Strategies

Friday, February 14, 2014 - 6:57am
Stop Creating Outcomes Out of Strategies

A musician serendipitously gets reacquainted with an old track while listening to physicist Brian Greene talk about our lack of free will.

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Eliza Moore (@elizamoore),  guest contributor
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For a good chunk of my life, particularly in the past year and a half since I dropped out of seminary, I have been working, strategizing, yearning, trying so hard to get my music out into the world. I released a new EP, hired a great PR company, went out on tour, wrote blogs, and took interviews with any media outlet that would give me the time of day. Then I got pregnant again, and I had to shift gears.

It was a fight at first, really tough — a real loss of control (ahem) — and not comfortable at all. In fact, it wasn't until about two or three weeks ago, well into my second trimester, when I had a card reading from a good friend that I truly did slow down. The cards kept repeating the same thing, "Slow down! Stop strategizing! Have faith in your authenticity!"

I had a big cry, and my friend put me on a regimen to quiet my strategy brain. She encouraged me to try and stay in the creative moment rather than think of where that creation could lead me. Not an easy task when I had been in the habit of trying to make outcomes out of strategies. But eventually it began to click, and for the first time in a few years I felt like I had reconnected to the source/my source/God — whatever word you want to use. All the driving and striving had made me feel so disconnected from the whole. I would say that even during my time studying theology I had felt disconnected; I was constantly looking for external recognition through grades and scholarships.



Funny, this division in myself was hard to know, hard to feel, hard to see until I came back to embrace "my center" and to what truly feels authentic. Anyway, here I was in this open and receiving place, listening to Brian Greene talk to me on my iPod Nano about the soul magic of math, parallel realities, free will. I was in that place of "all potentials are possible." And then my Nano randomly skips to "Anointed," my voice and chords from those many years back. I had written this song during my previous pregnancy — another time when I was feeling connected to something much larger than myself, like a true vessel for creation.

"There is no control, but every thing's fallen from grace..." Yes, perhaps there is no free will as Dr. Greene says, but could it be possible that when we "open up our palms" and release the strategy, we are gifted with blessing? And couldn't a blessing be one of the mathematic potentials Brian speaks of? Perhaps our only control is to attempt to let go? That sounds quite whacky I realize, but to me there is something incredibly elegant and graceful about that equation.

Make space + release the hold + take action from the heart = a blessing miracle.

Who knows? But that is what happened to me. After the experience with Dr. Greene and my Nano, I went straight home to share — from my heart, not from my head (such a stark difference!) — with Krista on Twitter. And lo and behold, look what happened. She replied and one of my greatest dreams came true: through my art and spirit, to connect with all of you.

How far must we fall,
Before we stand tall again?
Where is this ground,
To catch us as we begin,
To hold us as we dig in?

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Eliza Moore is a singer-songwriter living in Montreal, Canada. Her latest EP is "Everything to Me."

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Thanks for that Eliza. Amazing what our iPods do for us. It reminds me of what John Shelby Spong called the ground of all being. He related it to what Christ taught. I think of it as all the things that we as humans can share. As soon as we give it a name like God or soul or blessing and start creating strategies for how to get there, we lose that shared experience and we create boundaries and differences. Krista has the ability to keep the questions open and find the connections across those boundaries. I’m thankful for that.

I was lucky enough to hear Eliza perform in little old Canton, NY recently. I loved her music and am a great fan of On Being. The connectiions continue...

Given our horrible record on this planet ,we ,as humans must learn humility in the face of Nature and the Cosmos.

To seek is to discover something seldom new...but to wonder is to open flood gates to our potential.
Lovely song, voice...thank you.

Earth Meditation: "Ode to Earth"

I stand in a sage field with my feet pulled together and like an old China man, I bow to the redwing blackbird on the limb of a yellow-pine tree. The blackbird lifts its redwings as if to acknowledge the humble gesture. He decides to grant me an audience to his song across the sage fields of North Kalem. When the song is finished, I genuflect as if to holy word.

I pay homage to nature by going to the countryside and taking long walks where I admire and praise the sights.

I live in the city and there I praise the people. I pull my feet together on the sidewalk and bow like an old China man to the people. They smile and think, "how quaint?"

I watch the way they dress, move and talk. They inspire me to seek them out, touch their souls and genuflect as if to blessed light.

I move to the land, I move to the people. I see many things and turn to see again. I remember and remember and remember what has caught the words upon an empty page, to make a memory that turns its own way, then lives on forever.

I cradle the images and live on the strength and beauty they give. I talk to myself as the images grow, then bow like an old China man and make them known.

I move to the land, I move to the people. I see many things and turn to see again. I remember and remember and remember...

Around and round the tree I stand, looking at the living land,
bow to North, bow to South, then to East and West.

Sun upon this gentle place and yes a gentle wind,
touch me once, touch me twice, and touch me back again.

Dust to dust, ash to ash and seal the wound again.

I am but a flicker of life and then a dusty scar; they will
dance upon my dust, inflict the wound again.

Dust to dust, ash to ash and seal the wound again.

Gari Hatch
08-10-1987

Seeing there is something about this No_thing that you really can rely on. To me, that's such a great gift. Thanks for seeing it too, Krista and Eliza and all who see.
Hallelujah! We can rely on Nothing!

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