“To be alive in this beautiful, self-organizing universe — to participate in the dance of life with senses to perceive it, lungs that breathe it, organs that draw nourishment from it — is a wonder beyond words.”
— Joanna Macy
Hello, dear friend! Welcome to my confused little corner of the interweb. My name is Eleanor Jasmine Lambert, and I use she/her pronouns.
I am a writer, actor, weaver, and community member based in NYC, humbly exploring the psychological, the mythic, and the liberatory threads that stitch our inner worlds to our shared one. I spend my life emphatically wandering the ’isms and undercurrents of our collective un/conscious, experiencing deeply the ways the seen and unseen – mind, matter, archetype, intuition – are inextricably bound.
Inhabiting a universe that is alive, symbiotic, and operating on levels both known and unknown, and navigating a social location of immense privilege, I understand my lifelong work as participation: a collaborator in the creation of a more equitable, just, and love-oriented world.
My work illuminates the intersections of consciousness and liberation, where movements for justice, animist and contemplative practices, and ancient wisdom traditions meet the archetypal languages of recovery, psychology, and myth. Through writing, art, journalism, community work, and self-inquiry, I explore the mechanisms, swells and expressions of the “selfing” process, unraveling structures of domination and reimagining liberatory ways of being.
I am continuously unlearning the white colonial mind, softening the indoctrinations of supremacy culture in my own being, and gratefully deepening my commitments to community care and ecosocial balance. I am grateful for opportunities to further educate myself, volunteer with mutual aid groups, canvass for local leftist candidates, and organize alongside my wonderful communities in the ongoing project of collective liberation. (Please see my Community page to learn more!)
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This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
The Guest House – Jalaluddin Rumi
