Writing my way through the A-to-Z blogging challenge, I’ve tasked myself with creating a manifesto reflecting wonders, curiosities, and delights currently captivating me – all through the lens of unusual, obscure, or simply charming-to-me words.
Q is for…
quiddity – n. (kwid-i-tee)
- the basic nature or quality of something; whatever makes something the type that it is; essence
This word awakens a curiosity in me – I wonder at how it seems to mean one thing AND another, and that really it’s a perfect reflection of who we all are, here on our Earth walk.
It’s a word about is-ness. What makes something what it is? What makes me human? What makes that beautiful Japanese Maple I’m looking at a tree? What makes this beautiful piece of Green Opal a stone? There’s magic to be found in exploring each of these questions. And there is more magic still when we pull our vision even further away, and understand that even beyond this knowing of things as humans, as trees, as stones, we can be removed from that sorting and understood to all be part of the family of is-ness that is formed from star-dust, from Source essence.
I like that aspect of this word, because truly one of the things I feel I’m here to encourage is the seeing of is unity consciousness. We, as a collective are struggling so hard with this, seemingly digging ourselves ever deeper into the trenches of separation consciousness, of distrusting anything that is not a mirror image of ourselves. It hurts my heart. I want to rush about like some frenzied madwoman, shaking people and saying “Look. Look with your heart eyes and not your falsely programmed brain, and SEE.” But, of course, you know how well-received such behavior is. It is something each one of us must see, or not see, themselves. And that is how is should be, as we each have chosen our own explorations on this planet of free will.
But I also love the other aspect of the word quiddity – another name for eccentricity.
It’s seems so strange to me that given this life where we can express ourselves in an infinite variety of ways, and given that the point of this life experience is to meet what is there to be experienced with the fullness of who we truly are, why we don’t just offer ourselves and each other a big dose of loving-kindness and compassion, and show up as we are full-out, each wearing our eccentricities proudly and celebrating each other unabashedly.
I have all manner of eccentricities, and no doubt you do as well. I wear bangles inscribed with lines of poetry that I never remove except when going through metal detectors at security check points; I’m slow-moving, a Kapha dohsa, but in my dreams I’m a graceful whirling dervish; I write words on the soles of my feet so I can leave secret messages wherever I walk; I’m convinced on windy days I can fly if only I could find the right place to stand for the wind to catch me; I collect fortunes from cookies and send them off into the world as secret messages; I love apothecary chests and small drawers I can fill with treasures; I so rarely remember to carry my phone with me that I might as well not have it; I read poetry daily and every afternoon I have a piece of flower essence-infused dark chocolate. The list goes on endlessly; there is no limit to my quiddities.
We don’t need to prefer the same things, or believe the same things – in fact bumping up against what is non-preferred helps me define what I do prefer. And that helps me move in the direction of what lights me up. I want that for all of us – to truly allow our lives to be lit by the unique light we hold.
I love the paradox the word quiddity invites me to hold. I love exploring what the essence of things is – what makes a tree a tree and a human a human. And what it means that we share a world together. We live in relationship with one another, in relationship with all things, and true unity consciousness invites us to understand we’re doing this eye-to-eye, peer-to-peer. No one, no thing, is more important than you, and no one is less. And ultimately the truth is we are all one. Quiddity reminds me that I’m not just a human, but one filled with quirky, eccentric me-ness; just as the Japanese Maple next door is a tree certainly, but one whose beautiful red leaves brighten our neighborhood and sometimes blesses us by dropping a leaf on our heads as we walk by.
I love paradox. It invites us to stretch to hold more and more and more. Shouldn’t we be stretching? We’re certainly capable. Perhaps we’ll stretch and stretch and stretch to the point we explode, and in that moment become another version of ourselves, star-dust atoms reconfiguring themselves into the next iteration of quiddity.
I embrace quiddity, celebrating both the eccentricities each one of us expresses, and yet knowing ultimately we all carry the essence of oneness.
What about you? What eccentricities do you proudly claim? Do you spend time thinking about is-ness? Do tell – you know I love to hear.