a·bun·dance [uh-buhn-duhns] noun
I remember being surprised and a little excited by the idea at the time. ‘Oh, I’ve been operating from a place of lack, I just need to operate from a place of abundance!’ I had always been one who, for example, felt guilty driving around in (someone else’s) expensive car. Whenever I would pass by poor looking people, I would want to roll down the window and shout, “This isn’t my car!” I had always felt uncomfortable with wealth inequality, even though (or perhaps because) I myself came from a working class family. (“Working class,” by the way, is used to denote the class below “lower middle class” which I guess is just a nicer way of saying “low class.” Jerks.) Still, being working class, my needs were always abundantly met, and I was always aware of my place of relative privilege in the world. We were in no way “low class” and while, as my dad would say, we weren’t exactly cuttin’ a fat hog in the ass (western Kansas speak for shittin’ in tall cotton) we had more than enough and we were grateful.
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- showing compassion to other people, to self, to non-human animals
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- educating oneself and sharing knowledge
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- nurturing friends, family, and the families of friends
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- building meaningful relationships
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- building community / cooperating
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- examining oneself and growing in accordance with one’s values
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- making sacrifices for the greater good
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- seeking out a connection with and understanding of the natural world
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- finding enchantment and delight in simplicity, art, and beauty
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- limiting consumption of things that are toxic to the land, to the self, to the community
- singing, dancing, running, jumping, tickling, laughing
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- resisting what one knows is wrong
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- fighting for what one knows is right…