For many of us, the context for our existence has become mechanical and often unfulfilling. We have lost touch with the organic, with the alive and the renewing, and exist in material cocoons that are drip-fed.
Things are hard all over these days, and the holiday season can magnify our difficulties. Traditionally this was our harvest time, a time to sit down with the community and feast on what we had collectively grown.
This holiday season, I want us to stop. I want us to continue the gratitude of the day before. I want us to sleep in and maybe take a walk into town later to see what the local shops have for sale. Even if it costs a bit more.
At a time when most Americans are celebrating abundance, one in six of us is not getting enough to eat. Right now, do something to ensure that everyone has enough to eat this holiday season and throughout the year.
Stories of grief and loss are becoming an anthem for us Boomers as we mature into middle age, but we can cope with these life events with dignity by rediscovering our commitment to community and capacity for giving generously to one another.