Gratitude Comes In Flickering Spots of Light …

Photo by LDW

It’s not always a wave for me, a surge; a tide of sensation. Sometimes I don’t feel it at all … or feel left out, karmically rejected, less than. But that’s rare. Short-lived and situational. Most of the time I look around, take in my life with its many, myriad spots of light and color and electricity and possibility, and feel… gratitude. Deep, profound, right to the bone marrow gratitude.

Which is why this day, Thanksgiving, resonates for me, a day built on the promise to take a breath, take a pause, and reflect on the things for which we feel that essential emotion. A day to gather with family and friends for a feast. To set a picturesque table. My husband has a thing about quirky Thanksgiving shirts. See’s Chocolate Turkeys always make an appearance in our household, and wishes of “Happy Thanksgiving!” are sent around the circle, far and wide. It’s a grand night for eating.

Photo by LDW

Unlike Christmas, with its wondrous weeks of anticipation and merry making, Thanksgiving is but one day, one 24-hour period; it’s unhysterical and undemanding; even its frivolity is muted (its colors are orange and brown, for heaven’s sake!). It’s a holiday during which no one expects gifts, there’s no pondering a menu—most of us look forward to the classic meal—and any tendency toward singing is thwarted by the cacophony of football games. Simple, sweet, and meaningful.

So, I’ll follow suit. I’ll keep today’s “special Thanksgiving Substack” to a short list of things for which I am grateful, large and small, silly and serious, meaningful and minor, in no particular order:

  • Waking up in that perfect stillness of dawn.
  • Being old enough to appreciate my age.
  • A perfect cup of chai tea.
  • The ease and comfort of my home.
  • Heartfelt connection with my son.
  • Living in blue, blue California.
  • Winning an election.
  • An unexpected gift.
  • My savvy, sensible, sensational siblings.
  • The wonderful diversity of my city of angels.
  • The charm of my husband feeding the birds and squirrels.
  • Solid legal adjudication against MAGA madness.
  • My dearest circle of longtime friends.
  • Chef José Andrés and his kitchen of compassionates.
  • The pleasure of being fully understood.
  • Fearless people standing up against authoritarianism.
  • The life-changing wisdom from knowledgable teachers.
  • That sensation of sinking into a perfectly prepared bubble bath.
  • My husband snoring quietly beside me every night.
  • The Westside Threshold Choir and everyone in it.
  • Every hopeful article about the tide turning toward ethics and honor in the current political scene.
  • The colleagues and cohorts of my creative worlds.
  • A good book review.
  • When I take what turns out to be a quite brilliant photograph.
  • That Jane Goodall existed.
  • Enthusiastic attendance at protest rallies and marches.
  • The smiles, love, and sparkling life of my newest family member.
  • When my singing voice does everything I want it to.
  • Rich people like MacKenzie Scott and Melinda French Gates.
  • An excellent bowl of popcorn.
  • When my husband walks a the room and smiles.
  • Animal videos that make me laugh or go “aw.”
  • When poll numbers tilt in favor of sanity and progress.
  • Strength, fitness, and excellent health … mine and my family’s.
  • When everything clicks with my band and I’m transported to that out-of-body exhilaration I’ve been lucky to experience since I was fifteen.
  • A fierce speed walk on a cool, sunny day with Lady Gaga pounding in my ears.
  • Knowing that the majority of human beings value goodness and empathy.
  • Watching a sunset shimmer over the ocean outside my window.
  • The beautiful world around me.
  • A new, true friend.
  • Trees.
  • Kindness.
  • Good food.
  • Rain.
  • My asshole cat, Georgy Girl.
  • My life… all of it. Every bit. Before, now, and whatever’s next.
Photo by Nathan McBride

And you. I’m grateful for you. For your reading this, reading whatever I muse on about; for being part of this circle, this conversation. I don’t take it lightly or for granted. Your interest and support, however you choose to share it, is incredibly meaningful to me. Thank you.

May you have peace, safety, and love. Good health and the lightness of joy. Time with the people who matter—family, friends; grateful strangers. The opportunity to let go, even for a bit, for as long as you can, of worry, concern; anxiety, and fear. May you have moments of clarity when the realization that all that’s good in your life, large and small, adds up to bona fide abundance, your version of abundance, and you know that’s something worth celebrating. I wish you that gratitude…on this day, and every day going forward.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Joy’s Been Detected. Could It Be We’re… Happy?

I don’t know if you’ve detected it, and if you have, I don’t know if you believe it, but it’s palpable and visceral and people are starting to talk.

Photo by Jacqueline Munguía on Unsplash

It might seem crazy what I’m about to say
Sunshine she’s here, you can take a break
I’m a hot air balloon that could go to space
With the air, like I don’t care baby by the way*

We’re feeling… what is that? It’s hopeful, optimistic, communal damn JOY. Remember that, joy?

Might be hard… it’s been a while. Certainly Election 2020 being decided for Biden came with joy (or perhaps, more honestly, relief). We’ve subsequently had some very good years with Joe, get to feel happy about his estimable list of accomplishments. But Trump clamored to announce his return from the dead only days after that 2020 decision, so we knew “winter was coming” on the heels of, and during, Joe’s run. Which injected looming dread into the joy quotient, diluting it almost beyond recognition.

Because, frankly, it’s been one long, ugly slog since Trump first slithered down that escalator in 2015 (dear God, almost ten years already!). Millions have suffered specifically, millions more have suffered tangentially, and the world was not made a better place because of this corrupt little man. In fact, it’s almost as if some dark, karmic maneuvering was at play when an unprecedented global pandemic descended upon us while this corrupt little man wobbled at the helm, as if nature felt obligated to mimic the malevolent chaos swirling around him and, therefore, us. Whatever it was, it was further “nail to the coffin” of our ability to feel things like joy, hope; optimism.

Then Joe righted the ship, got us back on course, and here we are, weeks after his graceful baton pass, weeks into the exuberant Harris/Walz campaign, and it’s seems, at this point, to be undeniable:

We are feeling JOY. It’s raw and giddy, and of course, given the gap, it’s like working an atrophied muscle, exercise that can’t help but be tempered by caution, wariness, and whispered admonitions of, “Don’t get too happy, now! Remember Comey? Remember Russia? Remember misguided polls? It could all turn on a dime!”

Here come bad news talking this and that
Yeah, well, gimme all you got and
don’t hold back
Yeah, well I should probably warn you I’ll be just fine
Yeah, no offense to you don’t waste your time
Here’s why…

Yes, here’s why we won’t hold back on that joy. This is a different time, a different team, a different zeitgeist, and a wiser electorate. We’ve learned that feeling joy, letting ourselves get happy and hopeful, is its own kind of campaign adrenaline. As Joy Reid put it on Threads, “Joy is its own form of resistance.” She’s right.

And we’re allowed, dammit! The grievance and anger based agenda of Trump and his right-wing cohorts does not resonate with the majority; does not represent the mood and tone of higher conscious people; does not inspire activism, engagement, and positive outcomes. JOY DOES.

Yes, we face serious challenges. We can take nothing for granted. We can’t count on polls, pundits, or media to assess and accurately call the heats of this race. There will be shifts and changes, unexpected breaking news; creepy “swift-boating,” threats of violence (it’s MAGA, after all), and accusations of “CHEATING!” (already happening with The Corrupt Little Man Who Projects Everything). But we’ve run against this shady cabal before. We know their playbook, their players; we know the chicanery and shenanigans they’ll put into play. But our team is fierce, staffed with some of the smartest, best people in the business, and I believe we can have faith that they’ll handily respond to any lobs from the other side.

So let’s let ourselves feel it: Happiness. Hope. Optimism. Belief. JOY.

Yes, we’ll work our asses off. Yes, we’ll stay focused and activated, keep the attention on inspiring new voters, getting people registered and to the polls, helping any online and street teams reach as far as they can. But while we’re doing that, we’ll dance in the streets, sing at the top of our our lungs, and happily clap along… because this movement, this moment, is a “room without a roof”!

Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
Because I’m happy
Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do

Happy lyrics by Pharrell L. Williams © Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp., EMI April Music Inc., More Water From Nazareth, Waters Of Nazareth Publishing, Universal Pictures Global Music

SIDEBAR: Back when I was sending out newsletters via Mailchimp, some of you might remember they most often focused on updates regarding my books, music, photography, etc., or on other artists, events, worthy causes, or organizations I supported. Though more recently my posts have evolved into the weekly op-ed format, I still plan to include ancillary updates from time to time, and will do so through this new “SIDEBAR” feature tagged at the end of articles.

I’ll start today with some good news on the literary front: my last novel, The Alchemy of Noise, is published by a small, excellent publisher called She Writes Press, and they, just this month of August, entered into a distribution deal with the mighty Simon & Schuster, which means my book is now being distributed by that same company… which is very cool. If you’ve not yet read it, I hope you’ll trundle over to my page at their site, pick yourself up a copy, and enjoy the read.

Also, if you’re in the Chicago area: my very talented brother, Tom Amandes, is starring as “Gandalf” in The Lord of the Rings, a Musical Tale, at the Chicago Shakespeare Theater on Navy Pier. It’s getting great reviews, running until September 1st (after which it’s scheduled to go to New Zealand!), so if you can, grab some tix and immerse yourself in the magic of the Shire!


That’s it until next week… have a good one!

The Gratitude Meme. Not Just For Thanksgiving.

Gratitude is not a cliche

In case you hadn’t noticed, gratitude is pretty hip these days. All zeitgeisty and viral, posted daily on social media, in Twitter acknowledgements of thanks and grace; there are even Facebook groups devoted to the idea of expressing gratitude. It’s a beautiful thing. And because it’s the internet, all of this higher consciousness thinking and warm, human emotion is moshed in with screeching headlines, comment fisticuffs, and the never-ending dirge of articles written, posted, and shared about the very worst of our life and times. Crazy making. Hard to find balance in all that, but balance we must.

I read an interesting piece the other day that espoused the idea of “not buying into” the messages created for us by the ubiquitous media: messages of lack, fear, doom, opposition, worry, illness, etc. We know those things exist, but that they exist does not demand our emotional attachment to them, emotional attachment defined as the acceptance of those messages as indisputable fact, the immersing of ourselves in them as inevitable, or the habit of getting ourselves so surrounded and embroiled in them that it all becomes a soul killer. An anxiety builder. A depression stirrer. A joy denier.

A beleaguered woman told me recently that she felt too guilty feeling joy “when there’s so much hate, suffering and anger in the world.” Hmm. Not much good in that equation, but I understand.

Particularly when we often feel helpless about what to do to change the course of those negative elements of our society. Some of us feel that shining a light on them, bringing them to light as writers, commenters, opinion leaders and sharers is helpful; it illuminates the darkness. And sometimes, and in some cases, it does. But then what? We read about it all, watch it on TV, listen to it on the radio, but the fact is, most of us can’t leave our lives to go join an international charity group, don’t have the money to donate to important causes we believe could turn the tide; don’t even have time beyond our life, work and families to volunteer at shelters, organize political rallies, or hold crack babies at county hospitals. So what do we empathetic, compassionate, caring sorts do and, come on, how are we supposed to feel gratitude in the midst of… all that??

What if we stopped engaging in the cultural battle? Stopped buying into the conversation?

I touched on that in my recent Huffington Post piece, Want to Feel Better, Really Better? Step Away From the News, the idea that our compulsive need to “stay on top of things” is literally manifesting in a form of “consumer anxiety”: the malaise where one feels they can never be current enough, on top of it enough, because it’s all changing so fast and being reported so relentlessly that we have to watch, read, listen, write, argue, debate, suffer, be depressed, defriend, and ultimately deflate in a pool of “life sucks.”

But it’s smoke and mirrors. A hologram. Life isn’t moving as fast as it seems; it’s an illusion created by the 24/7 media. As an old mentor of mine used to say, “you can stand on your street corner for hours and, on most nights, you’ll never see a damn thing happen.” But the media, by virtue of compiling the millions of things that have happened, around the world and back again, have made us all feel that there’s a running montage of dramatic, life-shifting, often terrifying events happening right outside our doors every minute of every day, Jesus Christ, I can’t even breathe in here, what the HELL, get me OUT!!!

Breathe. It isn’t all happening here, there, and everywhere. Not by a long shot.

It’s one thing to be empathetic and aware, it’s another to focus yourself on the darkest aspects of life. One is consciousness, the other is cultural masochism, which is not healthy or helpful. So instead of immersing yourself in the hologram that is “all-drama-all-the-time-yikes-the-sky-is-falling,” step out of that loop and immerse yourself in the good of your own life and the world around you; deeply, truly, and with arms open. You’re allowed to do that, to feel joy and gratitude for your own abundance and good fortune, however and wherever you find it (and sometimes it’s in the very smallest of things!). You’re allowed – and, in fact, advised – to become just an observer of the cultural noise, unattached and unencumbered. Notice, but don’t dive in; do what you’re moved to do, then detach. Have empathy but focus on positivity.

Sometimes it’s as simple as, when your office mate tells you that “something’s going around… everyone’s getting sick,”  you say, “I’m not.” When someone shouts that all of this group is “spineless” and all of that group are “assholes,” make note (out loud or otherwise) that generalities are the tool of the narrow-minded. When a seemingly charitable, caring person drones on about the woes of the world, the country; your neighborhood, gently put their attention on the good that exists in all those same places. When another diatribes about “kids today” point out the brilliant young people you know and are aware of. When anyone tells you humanity is doomed, the world’s on the brink, and we’re all idiots too stupid to figure it out, walk away while noticing the countless, incredible things around you that emanate love, beauty, and hope.

Because, honestly, if it’s true our lives reflect where and on what we put our attention, why the hell would we put our attention on the very worst of it? Why would we spend so much time on the lack, the ugly; the sorrowful? Why not put our attention on what we see that’s good, rather than what drives us fucking nuts?

We’re made to believe there’s something infinitely noble in being informed and trudging through the daily muck, but unless you’re one of those moved to honest activism by your rage, let’s be clear on the allowable limitations of “being informed”: watch/read/listen enough to be aware, but put your attention on that which you love, that which empowers and uplifts, that which offers hope, inspiration, humor, and healing. Put your attention on GRATITUDE and decide it’s not a cliché, not a nifty November meme that feels good until it gets trumped by the latest tragedy, crime, or political blunder. Those will keep coming, it’s inevitable, but you’re allowed to simultaneously feel joy and gratitude. And you might be surprised to discover just how much living and reflecting those higher elements of human thought and emotion impact the energy of the world around you. You might find it’s not only “all you can do,” it’s more than you might even imagine.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

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