It's been a hard year. I think everyone feels this way. Today is Samhain and the new year for at least half my people. Luckily, the Shoshone side marks the seasons passing but not an actual new year. If anything, the tribe considers the first snowfall a 'new' year and counts age in terms of snowfalls traditionally. But the Manx side celebrate it with the dead and recognize all that has come to pass.
For me, today is a huge time of retrospection, reflecting back on what has happened this year and getting a chance to recognize all those who have passed that we miss day to day. Being a mixed blood Manx Shoshone woman is a lot better in my mind than being nothing spiritually. We don't actually 'miss' our dearly departed. We have them around daily, weekly, monthly... whenever the mood strikes the dead. I can't tell you how often I smell my grandmother's perfume and know she's checking up on me or I get pissed for no reason out of the blue and know my mother's standing beside me. I usually tell her to get lost. I can only imagine how frustrating it is for her to wait for me to live this life and pass over so she can get at me and try to convince me she wasn't a bad person.
So many people think of this year as a dearth year. It hasn't been for me. For me, this year has been overly abundant. I've had too much work time. I could pretty much work 24/7 and no one would complain that my company was shelling out overtime too liberally. I haven't gotten an abundance of sleep and I certainly haven't had enough home time. But I'm overall happy. The big bad pandemic has made all kinds of people sick, but no one I know that's got Covid has died. I know a lot of people died of covid - and that's a tragic thing - but I'm also one of those people that suspect a lot of usual deaths here in the US are now Covid deaths. Staring at the numbers, the usual suspects - heart disease and cancer - have dropped off radically in favor of pandemic deaths. And since I know there's financial gain to be had by hospitals reporting such things as covid deaths I know they are doing it.
But honestly, that's not what this scrap is about. This scrap is about me. I've changed. This year has taught me to trust people a whole lot less. I see everyone around me cheating the system... lying to be on unemployment, faking injuries to be on L&I, taking school money without taking school seriously, grabbing groceries at the food bank when they could be working, and just sitting around bemoaning their fates and how opressed they are. I hate that shit.
I can tell you one thing I know and that is my ancestors couldn't just walk into the the door, throw tea on, pour white sand sugar into it, drink it by the gallons like it wasn't something rare, and scrounge in the refrige for food or the fixings of food. They didn't have TP on the roll, sixty sets of outfits, multiple pairs of shoes, multiple vehicles, a home of their own that was warm all year round, horses they keep for pets, and medicine they can get prescribed by the bottle full. They didn't have paper which we have by the ream. They didn't have cell phones and could call up a foreign country and chat with a friend or relative for hours just to catch up. Travel was grueling and dangerous, not a vague worry that the TSA would make you take off your shoes or delay you hopping on a plane to do a full body search.
My people couldn't walk into a Walmart and have the choice of a hundred varieties and scents of soap. They had to save all their lard and bacon grease and hearth ashes to make soap that was the same kind used for thier laundry and their hands. My ancestors didn't have books, and those that did treated them like they were precious comodities. We have the internet and its nothing to google whatever we want.
We are living in such a Golden Age and no one wants to take time and think about that. No one wants to understand how priviliaged we are to even live in these times regardless of the color of our skin. Very few of us have realized true hunger or have mulitple siblings alive and multiple siblings that have starved to death as babies.
What I'm getting at is that I'm so tired of people complaining. I really am. I'm tired of people taking life for granted. I'm tired of people standing in the streets and decrying how abused and underpriviliaged they are because of their choice of sexuality or spirituality. These are weak, blind, and selfish people. They are so closed to whats all around them. They don't gather in celebration but in protest... and it's completely baffling to me.
It's far and away past time people start realizing WHAT THEY HAVE instead of what they don't have and desire. Each and every person out there has oportunities presented to them and available to them. I think of each person having a basket that they carry. And in that basket, things collect that are all about that person. Their joys, their loves, their thoughts... all of it. It all collects. And I see so many people with these baskets... some people call them plates... and refer to it as a full plate. But so many of these baskets are filled with such negative things that there is no room for anything more. There is no room for joy, for happiness, for satisfaction or fulfilment. They make no room for it.
My basket lately has been filled with a lot of anger about working too much. I've had work partners out on illness and have been babysitting a lot of helpers that don't end up being much help. You loose sight of whats important in that situation. And it hit me the other day that this year.... I've been getting regular iron infusions, my hemo has kept a close watch on my health, and I've been working my ass off ... and I'm so much better.
I had a few months where I came home just limping and unable to walk because my work is so physical that it really kills me to be at a dead run for eight hours. But lately.... I've been at a dead run for upwards of 14... or longer and I haven't had those crippling effects. My body at my age feels so much stronger than it has been in the last five years. I'm tired, but its expected for the hours I've been working. And tiredness isn't exhaustion. My muscles are doing so much better at bending, stretching, climbing a million steps, and my mood has improved.
That's what I mean about the fact I've changed. I've changed physically. I'm some sort of powerhouse now and I feel almost good... its a feeling I haven't felt in a long time. Its also a hard feeling to talk about or describe. I'm still a tall bulky person... you know the type. I could easily fit into a full back or line backer position on a football team and no one would realize I was a girl until they saw my hair and my boobs. Can they even see breasts under pads? I don't know. Hrm. Anyhow... I love this sensation.
There was a time I had to really convince myself to stand up to get up off the couch or even hop down off my yard goat. Much of that was a medical condition I had no idea I had... one that took us roughly two years to get under control... two years and I kid you not 22 iron infusions later. But now I'm holding steady and I just .... I can think again clear headedly. I want to actively learn. I want to live. I think nothing of running outside or getting up to go do something. I don't have to gather energy and talk myself into it. I was in a cage of some sort and I didn't even know it before.
And that's one of my realities... along with unlimited tea and sugar to put into it... all the paper I can handle and new ink or paint whenever I can be bothered to order some off Amazon. Money comes in. Money goes out. We have enough. Life is so much enough. I am satisfied. I'm happy. I love my husband dearly and feel so lucky that all these people around me have suffered through their partners not being true to them while mine looks at me daily like I hung the moon.
A few minutes ago he went outside to check 'his girls'. He was worried that the chickens might get to cold today and wanted to see if they were still comfortable and that everything is okay. When he got home from work today.... after working 10 hrs... he sat down to relax a few and play No Man's Sky a bit... and had five cats surrounding him and one sitting on his head licking his hair. What in the hell did I do to deserve this guy? I'm not the only one that loves him. The girls at work who work with him love him dearly and tell me all the time they do.
He doesn't talk much to people he doesn't know or isn't certain he likes. Matt has a no-nonsene attittude about people. If he needs them in his life he interacts. Otherwise, given a choice, he won't interact. But give him a kitten or a puppy or even something even more exotic like a walking stick bug and he'll bend over backwards to see to its comfort and joy. He's funny like that. But he'll quietly escort folks anywhere that need some watching. I can't tell you how many times he's driven me to Seattle for women's things and quietly hung out while I did my thing just to be around. I'm grateful for that.
I'm grateful for Miz too. We might make it to twenty years at this rate. And that's a good thing because I don't think I can save all my writing off site at this point. Plus I keep making PCs I like and want to write with, and that makes all the difference in the world. I keep meeting new people I want to write with as well. I keep missing older folks who have vanished and I've loved writing with too. But I look on that bright side as well. I've encountered people on the internet that I would have never otherwise met if Miz wasn't between us as some sort of common ground and meeting point. It is our Golden Age. The information highway connects us.
I have an APP on my phone that reflects this age too. It's called Disaster Alert. It notifies you when hurricanes hit, earthquakes strike, meterors fall, or even volcanos erupt. Our technology lets me care and worry for the Japanese who are in the middle of one of thier volcanos grumbling and threatening to erupt. I've been through that and can imagine their anxiety and feel for them... for people I don't know living in the shadow of a peak I've never seen. That's crazy. That's something my Ancestors didn't have. I'm fairly sure your's didn't have that ability either.
So if you take the time to read this scrap, take a minute to count all that you have against all that has come to pass in history. No matter how bad life seems... look at how amazing life is. You live in a time period where we don't know true war. You've never had to hold a rifle in your hands and know that you probably wouldn't live through the morning. Your city has never been shelled to the point its unrecognizable. You don't have a nuclear threat as close to home as Cuba. Things are pretty darn amazing. AMAZING. Hold on to that truth. Keep it in your heart. Let it burn through the bullshit and negativity that's out there and enlighten you.
It's Samhain. If not now, when?