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A Thanksgiving Blessing November 23, 2010

Years ago when The Bridge to Wholeness: A Feminine Alternative to the Hero Myth was first published, I presented several workshops about the differences between the life cycles of men and women. Using the model of the ancient descent myths which preceded hero myths and often featured women whose journeys followed a pattern of sacrifice, suffering, death, and rebirth — for example, the Sumerian myth of Inanna, Queen of Heaven and Earth — I encouraged participants to reflect on how they had experienced these stages in their own lives.

My purpose was threefold. First, I wanted them to understand the differences between how their feminine and masculine sides experience life, and to know that both are valid and worthy of our attention. Second, I wanted to guide them in an experience of inner work that would expand their self-knowledge. Third, I wanted them to understand the repetitive nature of life’s processes so that they might acquire trust that each ending is also always a hopeful new beginning.

One memory from those workshops stands out from all others. Having experienced a lengthy and painful death-like period in the middle of my life, I was speaking about the hope and gratitude that had followed it when a psychiatrist asked me a question. “I have a client who is a deeply depressed and bitter quadriplegic,” she told us. “He can’t do anything for himself. He will spend the rest of his life this way. He is not religious. What hope can I give him about rebirth? What should he be grateful for?”

The room was silent. My first thoughts were, Who am I to be talking about rebirth when I’ve never had a death experience remotely like the one this man is suffering at this very moment? What kind of hope does he have? I had an answer, but in that moment I couldn’t think how to express it in a way that wouldn’t sound flippant.  I was very humbled and remember expressing that feeling, but have no recollection of what else I said. I have carried that question with me ever since and would like to answer it to the best of my ability now, just in case that doctor or patient, or someone like them, might someday find my thoughts helpful.

If you are reading this post on the day of its publication two days before Thanksgiving, I am on a plane headed for Viet Nam, Laos, and Cambodia, sites of some of the most horrendous killing fields on the planet where vast numbers of human beings suffered and died in ways I cannot imagine or bear to think about. What was left for them to be grateful for in their last moments?

Life. They had Sophia’s sacred spark of Life. Until their last breaths they had traces of sensory awareness, memories, thoughts, feelings. Perhaps they saw the sunlight sparkle on a blade of grass, felt a cool breeze, remembered the taste of chocolate ice cream or the feel of a mother’s tender touch, experienced a rush of love for their lovers, children, or grandchildren.

We have Life. What could be more worthy of thanks? May the miracle of being alive in this precious moment, this perfect Now, give you hope and gratitude on this Thanksgiving Day and in the days to come.

 

6 Responses to “A Thanksgiving Blessing”

  1. ram0ram Says:

    divine….. life is a wonderful journey
    and destination….and breath is a prayer
    and thanks… to divine…..and to you
    for posting a fine post with childhood
    friends…..
    love all…

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  2. Jean raffa Says:

    Thank you, Ram.

    Blessings to you and yours. It’s a good day to be alive.

    Jeanie

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  3. Judith Rich Says:

    Dear Jeannie,

    Thank you so much for these beautiful and touching thoughts that cut right to the heart of what matters.

    Wishing you a safe and wonderful journey. Happy Thanksgiving!

    Best,
    Judith Rich

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  4. Fern Ochakoff Says:

    Jeannie,

    When I think about what has taken place in my life since last Thanksgiving I realize it has been pretty uneventful; I didn’t win the lottery and I didn’t miraculously stop aging. However; a lot of little things add up to be enormous wonderful blessings, and I sincerely hope that all your blessings are many. I wish you and your family a very happy Thanksgiving.

    Fern

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  5. jeanraffa Says:

    Fern,

    I agree. Sometimes the simplest things bring the most joy, like a warm jacket on a crisp day, or a horse that nickers with pleasure when he sees you. But as you aptly point out, in its search for youth, beauty, and riches, Reason easily overlooks the everyday blessings that make life the amazing, miraculous adventure it is. May we all spend more of our precious time appreciating what we have instead of longing for what we don’t.

    Blessings,
    Jeanie

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