His name was Squanto, Native American, enslaved in his childhood, forced to become Squire to seafaring royalty. In Spain he fled and through a series of harrowing and magical circumstances ended up in Plymouth Rock during a fateful winter. He saved the Pilgrims, taught them how to, fish, fertilize, plant crops, corn. Because of Squanto, the Pilgrims, we survived. I am thankful for the soul of a man who forgave a willful people and saw past the color of one’s skin to spirit. For me, Thanksgiving is the valor of his heart, his courage, his humility and his great, great ability to love.
It’s everywhere. Spirit. In the trees, sky, ocean, dirt, rocks, me, you, the changing weather, plants sprouting. Can you close your eyes and open them too? Hear the call, like nature, a sense, a knowing, that guides? Listen to it whisper. The chant, an invocation of love. What if today, you quieted your mind, dropped into your heart, held out your hands and let love do the rest? What if you lived in possibility, miracle, creation and first press joy?
If you want to hear, listen, if you want to be seen, observe, if you want to be understood, understand. Whatever you feel you are lacking, give that. Time, patience, adoration, attention, enthusiasm, support, heart. If you want to be loved, love. Because if you want to keep it, you have to give it away.
To each of you that posted ‘ME, TOO,’ I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am an incest survivor and speaking out cost me dearly. Just a decade ago, this culture silenced and punished me. I lost friends and family dear to me. I lived in fear of being judged and lost precious aspects of life due to my childhood secret. I am relieved that the narrative is changing. I am happy that so many are speaking and being heard. In my eyes, you are warriors, courageous and strong in a time of great challenge. Thank you for breaking your silence. Thank you for doing what few have the strength to do. I know how hard it can be. I know how hard it can be to speak the truth. I know how hard it can be to heal the wounds. Even after speaking out, I remained a victim. Even after years of therapy and group sessions, I was unable to claim my victory. There was a full and wonderful life waiting for me, and I needed to figure out how to have it. So, I wrote it out. I described my journey from victim to victory in a book called, The More Love Club. If you’ve spoken up and you are still feeling hurt, hopeless, stuck, fed up, angry, confused or alone, please read my book. Please, read my book knowing that I want to reach out and let you know that I understand and that you are not alone. I hear you. I believe you. I know you. You are a magnificent, brave, powerful and perfect being. United We Stand. Thank you again. Me, too.
What if feelings aren’t truth, or reality, but a chemical reaction, downloading, pixels on a screen creating an image, like a movie? What if my discomfort isn’t about you, but about me, my history, the last time I got hurt, my body remembers? What if being present means being present to what triggers my past, feeling those feelings and letting the trigger walk by? If this is the movie of my life, what if I sit still and watch?
Mark it. Log it. This day, the brilliance, how it shines and reflects you back, your hair, your eyes, teeth and sweet, sweet joy. One moment, a glimpse in the mirror, Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful you. And suddenly the radiance, your spirit, gifting those around you. Wonderful, Wonderful, Wonderful Me. Thank you for being in this world. Thank you for the bounty of you, for imagining (I Magi, bringing the gift of self to self). And in bringing it to self, bringing it to me. Thank you.
If you are looking for the windfall, you’ll need two hands, a large bucket, plus the agility to catch the entirety of it when it comes. Remember the invisible container for all good things, is within. It’s the space you are holding for yourself, called ‘Deservedness’ and it’s immense. So practice the catch, build the muscular structure and hold the space, hold it and keep holding. Make sure there’s room for all the ‘Deservedness’ you Deserve. And don’t forget the bucket, you’ll need a big, big, big one for the bounty that awaits. Come on. You deserve it.