One of the things I love about Thanksgiving is that it is one of those holidays that has escaped a lot of the consumer frenzy (except as a preamble to one of the biggest shopping days of the year). I also love that it is a secular holiday centered on feasting and gratitude.
I have so very much to be thankful for, my heart overflows with gratitude for the abundance in my life. A wonderful husband, relatively good health, great friends, work that I love, time and space to nurture delight, many layers of community and support, all of my wonderful readers who affirm me in my love of writing and art.
I also take this time to remember those who go hungry and those who are alone. I pray for the healing of the world and for my own widening capacity to love.
Some other Thanksgiving treasures that have touched me this day include this poem written by Rich at Pilgrim Path, so many wonderful images! And this reflection on winter by Ron at The Weary Pilgrim and what season we find ourselves in.
Then there is this Thanksgiving poem I will close with here:
I have been trying to read
the script cut in these hills—
a language carved in the shimmer of stubble
and the solid lines of soil, spoken
in the thud of apples falling
and the rasp of corn stalks finally bare.
The pheasants shout it with a rusty creak
as they gather in the fallen grain,
the blackbirds sing it
over their shoulders in parting,
and gold leaf illuminates the manuscript
where it is written in the trees.
Transcribed onto my human tongue
I believe it might sound like a lullaby,
or the simplest grace at table.
Across the gathering stillness
simply this: "For all that we have received,
dear God, make us truly grateful."
-Lynn Ungar, from Blessing the Bread
I am off in the morning to Sacramento for a couple of days to be with my husband's family. Safe travels for all who are journeying and a most blessed Thanksgiving to each of you!
-Christine Valters Paintner