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Once were citizens

Once we Americans were citizens first. Now we’re consumers. Some economists are petrified we might start saving just when they want us to spend so we can heal the economy. Like we’ve been doing for the last few decades. Even if they’re right it justs sounds ridiculous. Let’s keep doing what hasn’t worked? 

If a spending spree is not the way out of this mess, what else do we have? How’s about change. 

I’m amazed that on prime time some of the talking heads are asking us to live more consciously. Now that’s headline news! I heard a panelist actually ask the media to stop referring to us as consumers. We’re citizens first, she said. I like it. I prefer the word steward or Earth citizen, but I think we understand each other.  

We elected a president of change, now what about us? Are we willing to take it on?  I mean what if we weren’t the toughest kid on the block, or the richest anymore.  Then who are we, as individuals and as a nation? Are we willing to reconsider how we as individuals and as a nation tread on this earth and do different? 

We and other nations know how to use religion, land, oil, water, and culture as justifications for war. Can we regroup and breathe out life force instead of fire power? Can we turn technology, science and construction green?  Can we listen to the rhythms of the Earth and learn its dance?

We’re in a time of Big questions, and even if we don’t come up with the Big answers, we have a moral imperative to keep asking. There has been a sleepiness in our collective soul and our national conscience that is struggling into awareness.  If we cut our hand, our bodies leap into healing mode the moment we are wounded. Life seeks healing. Our national invincibility cloak is in tatters. Let that be a good thing, and let the healing begin.  

As we heal ourselves we will also heal our planet. That is how we create the collective moment that transforms ‘yes we can’ into a universal yes! so strong and so broad it rebuilds ghettoes and shanty towns and favelas, it draws lines around our rainforests and coral reefs and holds them safe, it criss-crosses borders with ideas and support, with cures and care.  And you?  “You may say I’m a dreamer, but…”  Let me cut you off right there. Yes I am a dreamer. What else has ever changed the world?



Wow! I made my first tinctures, after calling on all to support and guide me in a wonderful blessing ceremony for my new undertaking. That night I dreamed of being ushered into the back room of an herbalists’s store, where the remedies were made. It was magical and I was like a kid in a candy store. It was a room as huge as it was old. Work stations were everywhere with broths cooking, pots boiling, steam rising and the deep dark aroma of herb mixtures. The owner talked with me and then said I could look around and ask questions. I wanted to know the secrets. I remember so strongly wanting to know that. It was the strength of the wanting that woke me.

The next night I was in a discussion with some someones — which herb should be the mother tonic? Which the mother sedative? We went back and forth and opinions flew. I remember none of it, but when I woke I knew which would be each.

Then last night, or rather in the early hours of the morning I dreamed of the wee people. The faery folk. Never had I had a sleeping dream of them. What roused me was the plight of a faery, a man. Somehow he wasn’t an elf, he was a faery, though without wings. He was dressed neatly in a suit and tie, but some idiot had put him in a bottle and then left. His plight was that he had to pee and couldn’t get out. Of course I helped him, but was astounded that anyone could be so thoughtless. I was also surprised at just how tiny he was. I knew they were small, but seeing it up close was still a surprise.

Dreams of business and the business of dreams merge seamlessly as my body, mind, spirit mend. It’s all part of the same healing, the yummy goody I have craved.