Happy Holidays! In whichever form you choose to experience it. As we come to the end of two thousand and fifteen, part of the human race is showing a reversal of tolerance. The news media chooses to follow individuals exercising their right to speak their minds, to express their self-loathing spewed across the planet and out in to the universe. We are in the chrysalis stage of the human evolution. As the caterpillar we absorbed the teachings of people like Wayne Dwyer, Marianne Williamson and the Dali Lama to name a few. These teachers helped us to recognize ourselves as divine beings in a physical, human experience. Now we have.
Thanksgiving, harvest, giving thanks is celebrated and upheld all over the world. For most of us thanksgiving is about the turkey and family gathering. On the Social media and Facebook, many share their feelings of thanks for their lives and the ones who make their lives such a fulfilling experience. In my childhood, I spent my formative years in a rural village in the countryside. The farmers were dependent on the grace of the land, the weather and a force that extended beyond themselves. Regardless of whether the harvest was good or not so good, they gave thanks. I am sure this practice was carried out in all indigenous cultures..
My three sisters and I went to live with my grandmother when I was five and a half years old. Before that we never went to church. My parents were not particularly religious and I don’t remember Christmas with them. I have no memories of a tree or presents. When we went to the small parochial district of Cheapside, I was required to attend Mizpah Moravian Church. I learned about the nativity (the birth of Jesus) this is where the acting and singing bug took hold of me. I also learned about Santa Claus. We read about the magical man who flew threw the air on a sled drawn by.