WRITING & EXPRESSIONS FROM KATHRYN

Dear Humanity, 

Getting to know the walls. 

The walls of a household.

The walls of a school.

The walls of a community.

The walls of organizations and systems.

Their similarities. Their differences...

Dear Humanity, 

How many languages do you hold?

We can probably count the number across cultures… but can we name and count the ones that are the quieter, more subtle ones that tend to show up in the essence, the expression of you… of us? Language is yet another part of you that has been studied and learned for 4,000 years…and yet, human expression, your greatest power, has only been formally studied for the past hundred years.

Dear Humanity,

There are people among us who feel you at a different frequency. People who notice when something is missing before it becomes a crisis. People who move toward care, expression, meaning, and connection even when there are no metrics, no accolades, and no obvious path to justify why.

We call them many things: artists, educators, bridge-builders, conveners, organizers, guides. But what they truly are cultural leaders.

Dear Humanity, 

I could never pass the study of you. Now I have realized my path is to embrace and share the expression of you, especially in this era and the thresholds coming in the next three to five years.

The more I lean into this work, the clearer it becomes: society did not set itself up structurally to understand, let alone honor or celebrate you as whole. And so no wonder I and so many others find ourselves frustrated, even enraged, when we look at job opportunities or try to craft roles within organizations. From startups to major institutions, none have truly found the unlocks for radical collaboration. At best, you are still sliced and diced, Humanity, divided into expertise, credentials, and specializations that miss the wholeness of who you are.

Dear Humanity, 

It is astonishing what the heart of you endures, individually and collectively.

All of the noise, the fragmentation, the push and pull of trying to be understood by others, by systems, by structures. And yet, when all of that noise is peeled back, your heart, the human heart, is always there. Perhaps the surface is a bit bruised, but at the core: untouched.

A reminder of what a gift it is to be human, to have the ongoing invitation to explore our innate capacities and potential. So why do we keep slicing and segmenting that heart of you?