A short Vent about the challenges of doing new things in an old things world when I'm supposed to be feeling gratitude
I'm a pretty chill person, to be honest. I get up in the morning and I meditate to make space in my brain. I use my breath to clean my heart of anger, and to sit down and feel my hurts so that they don't engulf me, one stolen moment at a time. But this Thanksgiving 2021, I was bereft of calm and gratitude. Of course, my always thoughts go to my family, my beloveds, the gorgeous home we get to live in, our relative safety. I'm learning more and more to acknowledge and insert awareness of my priviledges as a cog in a fairly unjust capitalistic empire that is squeezing people here and around the world for more of their life energy to give me good holiday food and christmas gifts. I get that my life is a gift, and I get that my reality is enchanted, and in many ways, enchanted at the expense of others. I am grateful to have what I need, and I work to shift what doesn't need to belong to me into the buckets of others. But we can't stop at staying gratefu...