A Life Well Lived

Last night I woke up from a dream.  

 I don’t recall what it was about – but as I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, I looked up and was blinded by the fullest, brightest moon I have ever seen.  As I stood bedazzled by that moon, a thought came unbidden into my mind.  “Has yours been a life well lived?”  And the answer that popped immediately into my mind was, “No.”

A profound sense of sadness came over me momentarily, and then is my wont, I went back to bed and lay there analyzing it.  I thought about friends, family – even acquaintances and people I don’t know – who have lived, and still live - rich, full lives round and juicy as a midnight moon; those who are so big and bright that nothing contains them; nothing limits them.  They live lives as wide and bright as all of the universes.  And I realized that next to them, my life has been very small.

It’s not that I’ve lived a bad life – not by a long stretch.  In my 5-1/2 decades on this earth, I’ve been a lot of places, done a lot of things, had a lot of jobs, been married and not married, raised two kids, known a lot of people, learned much, laughed plenty, and cried plenty.  I’ve had bright days, dark days, and everything in between.  I’ve lost and found myself. I have had the trappings of success, and I have never given up trying to be a better person, to learn more, do more, be more, and to work harder.  There have been times I’ve danced with trees and faeries – more now that I’m older and have more time – but not enough.

But a life well lived?  No.  For, you see, most of my life has been about the future.  Doing what I had to, being what I needed to be, taking care of business, getting by and getting ahead.   It has been about doing a myriad of busy things, crossing off to do lists, having or trying to build security for myself so that “someday” I could do the things I dream of doing.  My life has always been about “someday” - it has always been about “when x happens” (enough money, the kids are grown, the bills are paid – whatever), I will be able to live my life.

But what if “someday” never comes?  If my life were to end today or tomorrow, how I would regret that my life was not as it could have been; that I had not done and been what I could have, should have, was born to do!   As my soul is leaving my body, I know it would it say, “Why didn’t you let yourself expand and be as full as the moon?  As the stars?  As the universe?  Why didn’t you spend more time talking with trees, or laughing or dancing with faeries?  Why didn’t you love more, live more, and worry less?”  

 

“Because I knew I would do those things someday!” I’d protest.  “I always thought I’d have time!”  “Well, you don’t.” says my departing soul.  Time’s up, the gig’s up, and you’re done.”  “But I need more time – there’s so much I wanted to do. . .”  “Nope.  It’s over.  And in my next incarnation, you – and whoever I’m living in then - won’t remember any of this.  I will of course – souls live forever and don’t forget – so I will move on and try again – and again and again for as many times as it takes to get it right.   Not that you and I did a bad job together - but there’s so much more we could have done together, and been together.  But we didn’t.”  And then it is gone.

And now it’s morning and I wake up again. I suppose I didn’t even realize I was dreaming this conversation with my soul – and as I got up and began to get dressed and prepare for yet another 

day at the office doing work I have become expert at, and am compensated well enough for that I can pay my bills and put money aside for someday, I wonder.  And a small, faraway voice says to me. “Remember.”  

Blessings,

Karen

Dealing with this Pain

Dear White, CIS-gender Men:

Whoever you voted for, and even if you are horrified by this election as I am, there is something you need to understand.

The pain that women, people of color, non-Christians, immigrants, LGTBQ people, and others who have been discriminated against, marginalized, threatened, attacked, and otherwise disenfranchised over time is real.  The emotion is real.  We are hurting, not just for ourselves, but for our friends, and for our brothers, sisters, and children of all races, creeds, and gender orientation, and for the world.  We fear for all of them, we hurt for all of them.

To some of us, the results of this election mean that the country we love and have contributed to in so many positive ways has turned its back on us.  These results tell us we don't matter; that is it better to be a white, heterosexual, Christian man - even a racist, misogynistic, lying selfish bully of a white man - than to be anyone or anything else.

Please hear this.  Please hear that if you love and care for us, do not "mansplain" to us the reasons this happened; do not try to rationalize it; do not patronize us by saying it will be o.k.; that it's not a big deal.  Do not say we are overreacting; that we are being "too emotional;" do not try to comfort us with meaningless platitudes - even though may think you are helping. Don't tell us to "get over it," or make "helpful suggestions" about how we can deal with our pain; and don't marginalize us further by denying it.  Because when you do that, it tells us that we - and what we feel - doesn't matter; and is not real.  This pain is real. It DOES matter - and saying otherwise - no matter how well-intentioned, does not help; it hurts and betrays us.

What we need is for you to listen, to hold space for us, to let us cry and scream and rage if we need to.  We need you to hear, and to acknowledge, and to simply be there, knowing that you support us.  And we need you to know that you don't have to be "strong" or control your own emotions, or "fix things," - and that it's o.k. if you cry and scream and rage with us if you need to.  Please know that is better for you to hold us in your arms and in your hearts, and say nothing than to try to explain or to minimize what we feel.

We will heal - all of us will heal - but it will take time.  We will find ways to overcome this, and to take positive action, in time.  But right now, just be there in support and solidarity and love.

Your loving sister,

How Real is the Earth to You?

 My busy weekend started with an urgent request on Friday night to write an earth-centered “Healing the Earth” meditation for my UU church on Sunday; followed by a company picnic Saturday afternoon, helping to lead the aforementioned service Sunday morning; and Sunday afternoon, administrative work for my Druid Grove and finishing edits requested by a client.  So, as you might imagine, by the end of Sunday, I was ready for some serious “Me Time,” which usually means reading, writing, or being outdoors, communing with nature.

 

Saturday night I watched an excerpt from Starhawk’s (2009) video titled “How Real is the Earth to You” – shortly after reading “Pagan Visions for a Sustainable Future” -  and so thoughts of Earth had been percolating through my mind for most of the weekend.  As is my habit in all but deep winter, when the day began to fade and the sun started sinking into the west, I found myself sitting on the deck; feeling the trees breathe, listening to the birds bedding down as the crickets and cicadas began their nightly chorus, and watching bats begin their evening mosquito hunt.  I sat out there pondering for a long time while the sun set and the moon rose full and yellow in the evening sky. Just taking it all in.  Just listening, watching, breathing, and feeling.

How real is the earth to you?  Interesting question.  For me, it’s very real.  For me, that deep feeling of being connected to the earth; to the flowing water; to the warm sun and to the wheeling stars is the essence of my being.  The strength and power of the land and all of the things that live on and in it is imperative to my life.  For me, the voices in the wind, the trees, the water and the land; the daily antics and struggles of the animals to live their lives are very real.  Those things are connected to the truest part of who I am.  They are wild joy, they are deep sorrow, they are balance and unbalance, they are danger and safety; they are strength and understanding and knowledge of things both known and unknown.  I would not live without them; and without them I wouldn’t be me. 

But so many people don’t have that deep connection; who don’t know that they don’t have it; and who don't know that they need it because it never occurs to them.  Who go through life eyes-down, tethered to the cell phone; texting their hearts out on social media to a vast and faceless audience? Who work indoors all day (and half the night) and spend the weekend running kids from place to place, catching up on work, or doing chores.  Who are so concerned with schedules and bills and the busy-ness of everyday life that they never stop to think.  Who never even stop to think ABOUT thinking about anything but what they’re doing in the immediate moment - or have to do later?  Who are so busy that they never notice that the same mockingbird sings at the same time in the same tree every morning on their walk to the office.  That the moon rises and sets in a predictable pattern.  That the world is full of insects, and of tiny seeds that become flowers and fruit.  Or that trees breathe.

We are a culture of busy-ness. Somehow being “too busy” has become some kind of badge of honor.  We rush from activity to activity, doing tasks - and rarely if ever really stop to consider whether those tasks are really important or why we’re doing them.  In all that busyness we don’t have time to think about the Earth, to experience it, to pay attention to what’s happening.  Certainly, many who consider themselves “environmentally aware” or “environmentally concerned,” might take a few minutes to sign a petition to stop fracking or save the wolves on Facebook; or possibly to pick up the trash someone has carelessly left on their front lawn.  Gardeners stop to spray their tomatoes because bugs are eating holes in the leaves (not realizing that the birds, frogs, and lizards that eat those bugs, and the butterflies and bees that make their tomatoes grow are being poisoned too).  For many, walking the dog, or noticing a cardinal at the bird feeder, or planting marigolds is the closest to “Nature” that we ever get.  And some of us don’t even get that close because we live in worlds of concrete, metal and glass, where the only “Nature” we come in contact with is the occasional pigeon or housefly. We watch the world through windows and doors and through gadgets, never seeing it as it really is – only as it is second-hand.

Is it any wonder that we “civilized” humans see Earth as distant, disconnected, irrelevant?  Is it any wonder that we scarcely even notice Nature unless some sort of Nature-made inconvenience or disaster jumps up and wakes us up for a few minutes? Is it any wonder that we believe those who say climate change isn’t real, animals aren’t going extinct, tropical rainforests and old-growth forests are disappearing at an alarming rate?

We are part of the Earth.  We are part of Nature.  We are part of the interconnected web of all existence.  We are asleep, and we need to wake up!

Today, take some time to just go outside and breathe.

Blessings.