When I asked her if she wanted this to be anonymous or with her name, she said: "No anonymity needed. I shout my truths loudly and unapologetically from rooftops." Excellent courage and power.
Feast of Plenty
Polly Sackett
This will be the first year that I will not write several checks to charitable giving and 503 c organizations. Goodman, Second Harvest, Common Wealth. I don't chip* anymore. This is the first year that my children and I will not go to Farm and Fleet toyland to purchase gifts for children in the Goodman Center holiday gift sponsorship program.
No,
 this is the year that I ask the Goodman Center if my children can be 
sponsored. Boy - age 7 - loves Rick Riordan books and Legos. Girl - age 5
 - any little toys she can use to manipulate and play out her world.
This
 is the year of foodstamps. This is the year of eating out of the free 
box at work. This is the year of filling my van with gas only $15 at a 
time. 
For the past 13 thanksgivings, I have 
played host to 15 - 30 people, friends and family. No turkey smaller 
than 15 pounds. I bake at least 5 pies. But not this year. There is no 
feast to prepare. No tradition to uphold. People ask what I am doing 
tomorrow - I don't know - plans still up in the air - invites expended 
not yet accepted, It is irresponsible to have made these choices? 
Tomorrow my children won't be with their extended family or doing the 
usual things. Is this building resilience? Is this me helping them build
 resilience and freedom of choice or am I cracking their little worlds 
apart? Both. 
But even in this less than 
abundant material state, I feel abundance. I feel an abundance of 
freedom. There isn't filling a grocery cart anymore  - it is eat day by 
day. What do I need today. Trust that it will be there. Universe - I 
would like a periodic chart for my kids to hang on the wall. Behold, a 
neighbor with one stashed in her basement now coming out on loan. 
But facing that biggest fear, death, makes the money fears laughable.
I
 can stare out at a lake from a lonely bedroom with plenty. I escaped 
the room for scraps, love and freedom. Trusting this path and feeling 
abundance with fear buckled in beside me. 
*"I don't chip anymore" refers to this program: http://www.communityshares.com/community-chip/
 
 
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