In a dream, I received a message from a force. It told me to build an altar of the finest organic foods in order to honor, worship, and welcome the new gigantic Whole Foods to be opened March 22nd at the corner of Ashland and Belmont. The message fell on open ears and now I wait, with my bag full of fresh greens, one brown egg, and a variety of holy grains.
As with the changing of the seasons and the ebbing and flowing tides, so there has — for a time — arisen on the corner a new temple for the god of health food marketing. As it is not within my power to either make it appear or make it disappear, so I go to bring peace and offer a quiet resolve to remind the temple’s deity that its denizens believe in the true beating bleeding heart of health and life and joy and laugh.
There is a part of me that hopes my simple ceremony will restore the balance of the earth’s energy, rolling back climate change, a variety of social ills, economic malaise, and a variety of social ills. And it certainly might, but for now we simply must wait, and watch.
Should the gods be pleased, then I am pleased. Control I only that what I can do, not the effects of my results. I join my altar with that of other worshippers around the world. Come, let us bandy together to calm the earth’s energy and eat crunchy foods.