CAN you call me truly, ‘Poor,’ if my life is so rich it hurts one’s teeth?
I don’t give a rat’s ass about status symbols. Most people who are alright with their roles in life don’t care either. Those i-pads are too breakable, that fancy car is too unaffordable with insurance, and that huge house is tough to keep clean by one person. Sure, you have it all in vision, but in reality?
Being ‘poor’ is truthful, whether one likes it or not. My home is small, comfortable, cozy, and safe. There’s much to be said about that in and of itself!
I live near the poverty line, if not on it. Does that mean I starve? No. I have been completely homeless, and lived in a TV cardboard box in Boulder, CO. It sucked, and my wiener dog was my only one true friend. I’ve starved, feeling the nauseating pain of hunger past that of just simply missing one meal. It hurts, and it’s sickening at the same time. On more than the physical level. But now I live differently having had that experience to show me more truth than I can digest in one sitting.
My life is rich with belief, where every action, motion, and sentence has value; and my spirits, Ancestors, and Gods play their crucial role. You can have the newest and greatest invention possible, and I’ll just nod to you. I don’t need it, and honestly speaking I’ll probably demolish it with my lifestyle of rough and tumble. Again it ties in with my ever-living question of ‘Do you NEED it?’
Truthfully, no. We don’t need the bigger TV, the latest games, the best i-phones, the newest car, in-vogue fashions, in-vogue Paganism, or any of the in-vogue notions.
For us, we sleep on hand-sewn linens, walk in mended clothes, old shoes, earn our living by the sweat of our brow and the strength in our limbs; we eat foods that we can literally tell you where and when it came from… My practice is local, from what I can find, learn, and glean from within walking distance or short driving distance.
Sure, I’m ‘poor,’ by today’s standards. Am I truly ‘Poor?‘
Nope. I’m richer than you’d expect. Just drop by sometime. I take this time from my own time of Thanks as I celebrate Herbst to reflect on this. I am thankful I’m not memorized by the commercials, the ‘keeping up with the Jone’s,’ etc. I am not angry, I’m just saying for the record, is all.
How much folklore can be had from other such ‘poor‘ people? How much has any ‘Trad Witch,’ gleaned from us ‘poor folk?’ Please stop looking at us like some sort of fungus as you read books about those like us who came before and made into a book or two – we’re still alive, and well. Stop snubbing us off as ‘paupers,’ when you read about our similar exploits and experiences and incorporate them into one’s practice. If I need mugwort, I will walk 1/3 mile to find it, instead buying it off Etsy. If I need a skin, I will work the hunting ritual and wait. That’s just how it goes.
We never have the nicest clothes. We never have the best cars. We never have the best of anything – that’s what marks us. We understand that there’s better out there – but we have what we have for better or worse. Granted, we’re not the heroes of stories – but we’re the ones who remember them on the dark nights of winter. Our children will be well cared for, reared in a life of richness in our practice, and live knowing the world as we do. There’s more wealth to life than status.
We’re ‘poor,’ but we’re not without. Think about that.