I don’t like the idea of defining myself by what I am not. “Spiritual but not religious” is a term that is thrown around by people who still see religion as a set of rules and the “norm” of the masses. I don’t relate to the description at all. It feels dismissive of religion as a whole when in fact, it is the institutions and doctrines that aren’t working, not religion!
People are religious about many things, even if they don’t go to church. They are religious about their workout at the gym, or their Sunday ritual of stopping at Dunkin’ Donuts. They are religious about saving money for retirement, or going to the same coffee place and ordering the same coffee drink, in taking the same daily route to work across the park or even about a daily meditation or journal writing.
In that sense, religion just means faithful or committed to something. People need ritual, and we seek it out. It anchors us, it orients us, it touches a deeper part of ourselves that operates from the reptilian brain.
People have fled religious denominations in droves, not because they don’t need ritual, or religion, but because a social construct that is frequently homophobic or ethnocentric or downright racist isn’t one in which they can find meaning. And Meaning is the issue. People are still seeking deeper meaning, and inspiration, and connection to their Source and to other people. It is part of us. And the secular rituals, lecture series, meet up groups, and brunches that have replaced what people used to do in church, are not quite making it.
This is why T.R.I.B.E. exists. It is an attempt to cultivate the universal language of ART into a spiritual AND religious but not institutional search for meaning, in a community context. You don’t have to speak the same language to cry at a piece of music together, or to consciously create a group art piece. And taking a stand for the issues that matter requires us to discover a language of gathering that connects and unifies our world, not that divides it.
T.R.I.B.E. is the place where we can connect the dots at the deepest level of our being, and it propels us to be purposeful in making significant contributions to our world. T.R.I.B.E. gives voice to the voiceless, rhythm to the week and healing for a world that has remembered the dance but forgotten the reason for it. New York City is the place where big new ideas come to be made. This is the moment for T.R.I.B.E. NYC is the place. And as the songs tells us, If we can make it here, we can make it anywhere, and we will.
This is the season of miracles; the time of year when we celebrate the most unlikely births, in the least expected conditions. But unlike those, some births will simply not take place without financial support and backing.
Let us together, birth this thing called T.R.I.B.E.
Happy winter solstice, inner time of renewal, lights inside on a green tree, baby in a manger, hope in a mystery, promise of renewed life more abundant.
Send me an email, tell me what matters to you and what is waiting to be born, in you, as you, through you.
Remembering the reason…