When People Lived in the Wild

When I feel desperately fearful, I try to remember that people lived in the wild land for most of human history. I remember that the sun comes up each morning, the winds blow moisture around and plants grow.

I think we live in an "End Times" culture.
And I'm not referring to the Christian right.

The basic attitude projected off that glowing box in the living room is
"THE END IS NEAR!"

Well, humans have lived on the brink before they even existed as a species.That's just how life is on this earth.

The end is always near.

Truly, we members of Earth live breath to breath.

Drop of water to drop of water.

Add a little bit of protein and we're alive.

Add a friend and we're happy.

My fascination with allergies are absurd in the huge wheel of history. I sit inside, with an annoying sore throat (is it strep?!) avoiding pollen. My ears hurt, my head hurts, so I don't move, assuring the dust will sit undisturbed, not floating up to coat my lungs. I hope to avoid obsessive inhaler searches.

I'm caught in a whirlpool of hypochondria.

Our lives are pure luxury; we're richer than Solomon, each of us!!

We eat what we want.

(generally abstaining from $100 bottles of wine, $75 cuts of meat and $45 boxes of chocolate.)

We live inside homes of absolute fortune!

(with weather protection and locks)

We are safe from smallpox and diphtheria.

We travel huge distances from our homes (San Francisco, Los Angeles, Chicago, NYC) to see treasures and architectural wonders, freely moving in and out of different cultures.

Our worth, in historical comparison, is in the top of the 1st percentile. And that's practically across the board if you live in the USA.

We're rich. With health, protection, leisure, things.

So allergies be damned, fears begone, life is very good and rich...no more obsessing for me.

I'm hoping to grasp an attitude of gratitude, keep the faith, live upbeat with great gratitude, with God's help.