Happy Thanksgiving
I spent many years trying not to enjoy Thanksgiving….I had a lot of white-middle-class guilt about how Europeans populated the globe and captured the resources, decimating many of the indigenous people they encountered along the way…and a lot of anger toward the white male bias in what’s taught as ‘history’….
But after years of indigestion trying to swallow all of that with mom’s most delicious and inherently inoffensive pumpkin roll, I’ve learned that being thankful means that you can take time to focus on the positive…even amidst all of the negative that makes you think and feel negatively. And I’ve learned that spending one day a year smiling and nodding and trying to accept without judgment the people in my life who I’m not prone to be thankful for only makes me more thankful in my everyday life.
So, now that I’m respectably un-young, I can be thankful for Thanksgiving itself, amongst all of the other things I appreciate every day.
Just don’t get me started about Easter…. 😉
Thank You for not recommending the pony party….
~73v
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I think I am also a member of the Un-Young Club.
Youth would have been great if I had been able to figure out what I was actually supposed to do with it. I can summarize my youth this way: not productive.
…the stuffing and the pumpkin pie.
I have some poems which only get published on special occasions:
Red and Pastel
I sometimes wonder
why we have set aside
a day of thanksgiving
(that is, a day of giving thought,
for thank derives from think)
a day for being thankful
a day for expressing thanks
a day to remember
a day for thought
a day to reflect
What I wonder at
is why we only have
one day
for this activity
Where is it written
that we don’t treat
each new day
this way?
–Robyn Elaine Serven
–November 25, 2005
and happy thanksgiving to you and the girls!
hope your day is happy!
was tacking up the horses and going for a ride. One horse if fine but more than one, gees. They have to work out their dominance issues, separation issues and who follows who on the trail. It is like a bunch of five year olds. Still the new addition to the bunch is one week old and it’s getting better.
A fine dinner, a chance to play with my grandson, family and a horse ride on a warm fall day in New England, what could be better