Today I’m collecting change. Not for a charity, but from a couple of jars and pockets around the house in order to get to the end of the month. Being short of money makes me itchy, uncomfortable. It sings me the song of “lack”, of limits, of not having enough. It gives fire to the fear dragon.
And with a week to go, that’s not gonna cut it. It is one thing to not have moula. It’s a whole different thing to feel like shit about it.
So, I ask: where in my life do I have abundance? Where am I rich? Where is there plenty?
And the answers come. With ease and grace.
I have bounty. My garden holds riches of beauty and tomatoes and cucumbers that go from my elbow to my fingertips. I’ve roasted pans of organic heirloom tomatoes and frozen them in dollops to use in winter soups and on pizza for infusions of flavour. The cucumbers can only be juiced in order to keep up with them. The sunflowers, morning glories and scarlet runner beans display their grandeur for all who pass by. The hops vines cover the porch to create a shady oasis. Yes, I have bounty.
I have joy. It comes in a 3-yr old body who snuggles when we watch movies, a body who learned that it was okay to eat blueberries while picking at the u-pick, a body who screeches with delight when we go to the splash pad, who knows how to be “vewy-vewy quiet’ when sneaking up on the bunny who sometimes appears in the back yard. Yes, I have joy.
I have community. I’m part of over 1000 people who are journeying together with Patti Digh on 137Days, a “ journey into mindful living from August 16 – December 31, 2012. A pilgrimage into meaning. A community live-a-palooza to love well, live fully, let go deeply, and make a difference.” This journey started suddenly when Patti’s beloved husband, John (but known to the world as “Mr. Brilliant”.) was unexpectedly diagnosed with kidney cancer They are uninsured. I know I told you about this before. It will not be the last time. Patti’s people rallied: they joined 137Days in far greater numbers than she could ever have imagined. They raised over $82 000 in 17 days. They’ve had an indigogo campaign, lemonade stands, bake sales, sold t-shirts, held yard sales, sold rocks. Yes. Rocks. All to raise money for this beloved family who is without insurance. I say “they”. I should say “we”. I have community. Yes, I do.
So, though I will go to the coin fairy machine tomorrow to redeem my yogurt container of pennies, nickles, dimes and quarters, I go with a new appreciation of what I do have. I have bounty. I have joy. I have community. And I’ll get a few potatoes and pears to go along with that. 😉