Reflections: April 2009

                        A Recession Love Story

Recess-
    The act of moving back, growing smaller or ceding back to a former possessor;
    A suspension of business for relaxation;
    A hidden secret, or secluded place.

Let me make this plain from the get: I have yet to make my financial fortune. Because I have spent my entire adult life living check to check, talk about a recession doesn’t mean much to me. I feel for the folk that all this upheaval is troubling, and yet, this talk doesn’t trouble me.

I am glad for a break in business. I am glad to have an opportunity to travel the hidden places in my mind, my spirit, my imagination. I am happy to be shedding light on myself, glad to be bringing dreams to fruition, at one with nature as I am not possessed by anyone but my former possessor: me, Spirit, play, creativity. It is the seeds of creativity that I am planting now and I actually have time to water those seeds, I actually have time to see them grow. I can sing to my seeds and pray over them, I do not have to rush anywhere, I do not have to ignore my dreams any longer.

Everything is breaking down. What looked large and invincible is not. The concrete is giving way to the blades of grass. What looked small is more powerful and determined than ever. We know now: the corporation will not protect us, the bank will not protect us, the friendly stranger on the phone who says s/he can help does not protect us, social security, pensions, they do not protect us. We are not safe. The walls have tumbled, the emperor is naked. Be the naked Emperor. Change the story. The naked Emperor mourns, admires himself in the mirror, sits down at the sewing machine, gets inspired, creates himself a new world.

What is possible when we stop believing that our true Source is in someone else’s pocket?

One love,

Ekere