Right now, if I get one more email that’s fairly vibrating with fear and anger regarding the economy, Sarah Palin, John McCain, and on and on, I think I might have a case of the vapors. Yes, I am working for change and you’d better believe I will vote. (And yes, I do love hearing from my loved ones as we journey these historic times together).
But some of this energy is becoming downright toxic and that’s not productive.
So, with the encouragement of the Divine Ms. Euphrosyne, who is the Grace of Festivity and Good Cheer, I will focus on the fact that we are still in the season of Mabon, sometimes called The Witches’ Thanksgiving.
I know. Things are looking scary, scary. Like many of you, in the past couple of weeks, my husband and I have watched helplessly as decades of savings and preparation for retirement vanish. Things are reminding me more and more of the stories from my mother and grandmother, whose wealthy, well-educated professional family in southern Alabama was completely wiped out in the Great Depression.
And, interestingly, it also just so happens that we are right in the middle of the harvest season. Obviously, some of the harvest we’re seeing is ruination, thanks to the poisonous agenda of those who we trusted to be the stewards of our wealth.
Yet, the antidote to this steady message of fear and anxiety is awareness, and with real awareness, there really can only be one response: gratitude.
As I write this, I am sitting in a comfortable, safe, peaceful home, in front of a computer that connects me instantly to people all over the world. In a little while, I’ll go upstairs, and with almost no effort, I will pour clear, disease-free water from a tap. I will drink coffee and eat fruit brought to me from the other side of the globe. All the while, in the background and hardly noticing, I am listening to profoundly beautiful music that, through most of history, would have been only rarely heard — by royalty.
Every day I choose what I’ll wear from drawers and a closet full of clothes. I can hop in my car and drive a mile or two to a store that offers me thousands of choices of cereal, fresh fruit, cheeses, cookies, meats, and more. An entire aisle is devoted to food for dogs and cats! Another offers hundreds of soaps and detergent that I can put into a machine that does my work for me.
In other words, I have food in my refrigerator. To wash them, I do not have to beat my only three or four garments with rocks in a polluted river. I can switch on and off my electric lights at any time of the day. I am not hiding my family from gunfire on a daily basis.
If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a safe place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of the people in this world. If you have any money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace, you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthiest.
Let awareness guide us. Let us know and tell the truth: no more sugar-coated lies that protect those impressive, smiling thieves. But let us also understand and appreciate this: we are blessed every moment in a thousand ways undreamed of by past emperors and sultans. We enjoy lives of staggering ease and comfort unknown today to the vast majority of the other human inhabitants of this planet.
In giving thanks, we claim our real power – the power of awakened love. And with our clear eyes and open hearts, we can shape a very different, more honest and compassionate future for all.