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Unlearn judgment. Practice love.
Unlearn whining. Practice gratitude.
Unlearn gritchiness. Practice joy.

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Unlearning the message of 'not good enough';
I let go a desire to shrink and hide;
taking up my space in the world.
HilaryC

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“Enough” cannot be quantified. It is not in a bank account or a sock drawer or a Mason jar. Also:

Even if the work is not done, even if you could push on, you are allowed to sit, rest, read, enjoy your life. Also:

“You can’t make a very good living at that” is actually terrible advice for living.

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Entering the world, the first thing

We learn is to grasp. How hard it is

To unlearn grasping and practice giving.

dm

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Gently peel the vine
From the old post where it clings;
Drape it round the new.

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Individualism is not a virtue

We were not made to be solo acts

Don’t confuse isolation for independence

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Unconscious bias
Hidden prejudice - hidden from me, obvious to others, perhaps
Help me to discover
Help me to be aware
Help me, Lord Jesus,
lovingly to unlearn.

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The colonial history
That spoke of the past like a triumph
When it was actually a massacre

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Shift perspective
and reframe.
Find new angles,
look with fresh eyes.

- SJM

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Let us make a compost heap of all these
self-evident truths, decomposing to nourish
whatever wild beauty is waiting to rise.

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I default to the same tools I used to build privilege, power, and superiority when I get exhausted building transformation, interdependence, and collective sustainability.

Whispers, shouts, and cries from deep within myself call me back to presence and intention.

I pay attention. I forgive myself. I begin, again.

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Jesus puts mud in our eyes
And invites us
To see in a whole new way

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It is all my fault

I am not good enough

I do not deserve love

It is not all my fault
I am good enough
I do deserve love

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Unlearning the white fragility that masks my privilege

Unlearning the zero-sum mentality that traps us all

Grateful for my upbringing that, despite its shortcomings, gave me the assurance that I am beloved - all are beloved. That, more than anything, facilitates the essential unlearning

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If what I have learned
Causes others to be spurned
It must be unlearned

WDRplus

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Daily unlearning Opening myself to broken-heartedness Learning Tears

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Daily unlearning Opening myself to broken-heartedness Learning Tears

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O God, I have so much to unlearn

Help me

in my unlearning

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I spend time erasing all the well worn paths on the map.

What if I see it as it once was? No expectations, just see?

New ways appear, paths to use until it is time to erase again.

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Oh, the irony that I seek to LEARN how to UNLEARN!
I study those who are learned in this process in order to find out how;
And then I discover that the real teacher is God within me, saying "Just let go!"
GM

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How did we poison ourselves with the antidote?

Empathy. Grief. Connection. Healthy boundaries. Equality. Community. Trust. Delight. Embodiment.

How magical that Jesus gives us the tools we need to unlearn the lies of Christian empire.

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Letting go -

unclenched fist,

leaning into slowness

into softness.

Encouraging my body to rest

and my mind to

just

be

still.

Quelling that

voice of judgment

to see with the heart's eye,

creating room
to breathe, to dance -
indwelling spirit,

at home in my skin.
-ae

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You’re too emotional

You’re too aggressive

You’re too unconventional

Unlearn that shit

We need diversity

We need young families

We need the pews filled

Unlearn that shit

I’m not good enough

I don’t fit in

They want to put me in a box

I will, with God’s help, leave what is not unlearned.

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Everything I have learned is like papier-mâché - one pasted piece of paper glued together after another...molded and hardened.

It’s too late to try to remove one piece at a time in the same way it was applied.

It’s time for a revolutionary unlearning... time to release the entire perception into the elements, and let the soul of it fly free.

CM

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Unfortunately there is much to unlearn.  Patterns of behavior, cultural beliefs, my own embodied understandings.
I grieve what I have learned, what I have taught others, what I allowed others to believe about me. Joy comes in the unlearning.