Samain and the Moon of Growing Darkness
Wednesday gratefuls: Ley Septic. Living Waters. Snow and cold. Great sleeping. Sue Bradshaw. Synthroid. Celebrex. Erleada. Orgovyx. The bubble gum and baling wire keeping me alive. Laurie’s Chi-Town Food Truck. Laurie’s dog. Joy and Kaitlan. Rich and Rick. Mary in Oz. (Aus). The Pacific. The Southern Ocean. The Atlantic. The Sea of Japan. The Yellow Sea. The South China Sea.
Sparks of Joy and Awe: Mark’s new job
Kavannah: Perseverance and chesed
One brief shining: Snow came in through the screen of my opened bedroom window, sprinkling my head with a Mountain Winter baptism, Waters evaporated into the Sky, perhaps from the Pacific Ocean or the Gulf of Mexico, falling on my head, including me in the great cycle of Water, a most holy act of Mother Earth and her sacred Atmosphere, necessary for sustaining life, and preparing me for the life I lead today, this November 27th, 2024 life.
Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Disputed cultural territory, yet a beloved holiday, too. Now followed by Native American Heritage Day. Better known right now as Black Friday. Whenever potential customers go idle thanks to holidays, ads and special promotions announce its coming and try to wrest a few bitcoins from the collective purse. The curse of the holiday times.
Oh, part of that, too. Sporting events get scheduled. Plenty of seat time. On this point, see the aforementioned ads and special promotions times 2. Thanksgiving football. The Detroit Lions and the Chicago Bears. For example. In some instances the sporting event is the holiday: Superbowl, World Series.
I choose to let the curse be a mild one, granting the capitalists their pound of financial flesh. I can enjoy a meal with Ruth, Gabe, and Jen without participating too much. As our time at the Water Grill tomorrow will allow.
Family. Friends. Loved ones. Together, seeing, being seen. Hugs. Smiles. Reawakening old relationships, reinforcing new ones, sustaining active ones. Humans connecting around important themes: Gratitude, Light, Darkness, Sacred Nature and her progeny. Love.
As we all pass through this Holiseason, well underway, I hope you can take every opportunity that presents itself to pinch yourself, you’re alive! You have friends and family! And if not, my wish for this Holiseason is that you find one or the other or both.
Just a moment: Saw Sue Bradshaw, my PCP, a nurse practitioner and a sweet woman. Each time she sees me she takes my hand and smiles. I smile back, squeeze her hand. Healing before any talk or probing and prodding.
We discussed my multiple medications and conditions. I told her she was taking good care of me. Well, I’m trying, she said. Then added, look at you, you walked in here. I replied, Yeah, as we might say back home, above ground and taking nourishment.
How bout that cease fire in Lebanon? You go, Joe. Underappreciated, yet still putting in the hours and the big effort. A sad end to a good Presidency, perhaps now lifted a bit by a diplomatic holiday miracle. A late November surprise.
