What if it’s not about revolution?

Maybe the medicine is integration.

We love a revolution – the tearing down, the fire, the noise. The natural health movement often talks about burning it all down, starting from scratch, reclaiming. It’s intoxicating, isn’t it? But what if that’s not the point?

What if the healing we really need is less about revolution… and more about integration? I’ve been sitting with this for a while…because beneath so many of our choices, from health to politics to the kind of yoga class we go to, is a quiet but persistent search:
Where do I belong?
Who gets me?
Where are my people?

Community is a basic human need. We’re wired for it – to feel seen, mirrored, understood.

But maybe here’s the part that’s harder to hold…Someone I deeply respect recently said,
“Could too much sameness be what opens the door to fascism?”

Ooof. That stuck with me.

Sameness feels safe. It affirms our reality and gives us a sense of certainty: ‘I’m not mad, they see it too.’

But sameness can also be a sedative. It can dull our capacity for difference. It creates an echo chamber that begins to feel like truth. And in the name of unity, we start policing nuance. You see it everywhere once you notice…

The wellness scene that once embraced free thought now punishes the ‘wrong’ kind of free thinker. The conscious communities that say all are welcome… until someone brings in data or a dissenting view. Even the alternative health world, which I love and live in, isn’t immune. There’s the ‘right’ kind of natural, the ‘right’ kind of detox, the ‘right’ kind of awakening, even the ‘right’ kind of potency and prescribing.

It’s funny how quickly ‘awake’ becomes a script.

So I’ve been thinking:
What if the next step isn’t about blowing it all up?
What if it’s not about exile, but inclusion?
What if healing, real healing, is about staying with complexity, not simplifying it?

That doesn’t mean staying in every room or tolerating harm, or letting ourselves be worn down by noise masquerading as debate. But it does mean building the capacity to discern the difference between harm and discomfort. Between abuse and awkwardness. Between actual threat – and the aliveness of difference.

What if the next step means holding opposites…staying present when things feel unfamiliar, but not unsafe, and learning to walk away without shutting down.

And what if more of it means remembering something we keep forgetting:
Diversity isn’t a slogan. It’s how systems survive.
Every thriving ecosystem depends on it.
Every healthy terrain depends on it.
Every society that wants to evolve depends on it.

Not uniformity. Not agreement. Not control.
But intelligent difference.
Variation.
Creative tension.

Biology knows this.
Nature knows this.
Deep down, we do too.

And yet, here we are, trying to find sameness again. The right group. The right protocol. The right side of history.

What if we’ve forgotten that echo chambers are not where truth lives. That friction isn’t always a threat. That discomfort doesn’t always mean danger. Sometimes, it just means difference. But for so many of us, especially those who’ve been excluded or shamed before, that difference can feel like a warning sign – like we’re not safe, like we’re about to be pushed out again. So we bolt. We cancel. We tighten the circle even smaller.

But real community can’t be built on eggshells.
And healing won’t come from sameness.
It comes when we learn to stay even when it’s awkward.
To listen…even when we disagree.
To hold each other…without needing to match.

Sometimes I think about Thuja – the homeopathic remedy often given when there’s a split between who we are and who we feel we have to be.
When we shape-shift to belong.
When we hide parts of ourselves because we’re afraid they won’t be accepted.
When we trade truth for approval.
Thuja is the remedy of the mask.
And I see it everywhere right now - the curated feeds, the cautious language, the performance of belonging that’s just close enough to the script to pass.
But not quite alive.
And maybe that’s the cost of all this sameness.
We belong. But only by fragmenting ourselves.

I’m not saying don’t find your people. I’m saying don’t mistake similarity for safety. And don’t confuse friction with a threat. The real healing might come when we let go of being ‘right’, and choose to stay human instead.

So maybe it’s not about revolution after all.
Maybe it’s about something braver:
Living in the tension.
Staying open.
Learning to hold difference without running away.
Because real healing won’t come from echo chambers or purity tests.
It’ll come from those of us willing to stay with the mess.
To build bridges.
To meet the body, and each other, in all our complexity.

That’s the kind of medicine I believe in.
It’s why I built the Academy of Integrative Homeopathy.
And later this year, enrolment opens to a new kind of homeopathy training for those who feel the same.*
I’m not interested in stars on bellies, filters on truth, or echo chambers dressed as evolution.
You?

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