According to an old Native American legend, one day there was a big fire in the forest. All the animals fled in terror in all directions, because it was a very violent fire. Suddenly, the jaguar saw a hummingbird pass over his head, but in the opposite direction. The hummingbird flew towards the fire! Whatever happened, he wouldn’t stop. Moments later, the jaguar saw him pass again, this time in the same direction as the jaguar was walking. He could observe this coming and going until he decided to ask the bird about it because it seemed very bizarre behavior.
“What are you doing, hummingbird?” he asked.
“I am going to the lake,” he answered, “I drink water with my beak and throw it on the fire to extinguish it.” The jaguar laughed. ‘Are you crazy? Do you really think that you can put out that big fire on your own with your very small beak?’ ‘No,’ said the hummingbird, ‘I know I can’t. But the forest is my home. It feeds me, it shelters me and my family. I am very grateful for that. And I help the forest grow by pollinating its flowers. I am part of her and the forest is part of me. I know I can’t put out the fire, but I must do my part.’
At that moment, the forest spirits, who listened to the hummingbird, were moved by the birdie and its devotion to the forest. And miraculously they sent a torrential downpour, which put an end to the great fire. The Native American grandmothers would occasionally tell this story to their grandchildren, then conclude with, “Do you want to attract miracles into your life? Do your part.”
Come my child and give me all that you are. I am not afraid of your strength and darkness, of your fear and pain. Give me your tears. They will be my rushing rivers and roaring oceans. Give me your rage. It will erupt into my molten volcanoes and rolling thunder. Give me your tired spirit. I will lay it to rest in my soft meadows. Give me your hopes and dreams. I will plant a field of sunflowers and arch rainbows in the sky. You are not too much for me. My arms and heart welcome your true fullness. There is room in my world for all of you, all that you are. I will cradle you in the boughs of my ancient redwoods and the valleys of my gentle rolling hills. My soft winds will sing you lullabies and soothe your burdened heart. Release your deep pain. You are not alone and you have never been alone.
This is not the first plague to come our way, nor will it be the last. We have created a perfect storm in this virus with our overcrowded cities, assault on nature and failure to create international systems for early detection of and dealing with problems such as Covid-19. Hey, could be worse. Could be an asteroid strike coming our way with Trump and his ilk denying the science and instead trying to personally capitalize on the situation by selling tickets or something. But anyway, this is not the first plague to come our way, nor will it be the last.
Our society has long been in dire need of overhaul as far as the way we employ ourselves with jobs, educate ourselves with schools and heal ourselves with health care system. So covid finds us with multiple moribund, comorbidities and preexisting conditional susceptibility. Our economy was already on life support. Even before that most of our jobs are catering to advertizing whetted desires based more on greed than need or in some way serving the military industrial complex instead of addressing real needs. Our health care system is nothing of the sort. Our schools basically babysitting system built so that women could join men in the aforementioned misdirected workforce. Schools have been overburdened trying to deal society’s growing list of problems while being chronically underfunded. Nurses, teachers, postal service employees, farmers and laborers who do the real work struggle to get by. making a tiny percentage of the money given to hedge fund managers, CEO’s and celebrities.
We need a giant collective realignment with reality, and covid along with other disasters will see that we get it.