November’s End

Autumn Geese

It is 5:30 in the morning. Quiet with the exception of the humming fridge. I’m not the one hosting our family Thanksgiving this season, but I need to clear the table and cook our edible contribution just the same. Our youngest daughter and her family live next door to us; our clan is gathering there in celebration. We reason, and rightly so, that there will be a good amount of foot-traffic through our home. As the mama-aunties conspire in the kitchen and the dad-uncles watch games on T.V., wee folk will find their way over here to play games and watch other fine viewing with us. We are thankful for many, many grandchildren who seek only to be accounted for and snacks, regardless of the day. With any luck, I may get them to help with further decorating for Christmas (for there are more than just halls to deck here) before they are old enough to figure out that holiday decorating is work, too.

Autumn Moose

This day. This day of national thanksgiving always catches me pondering deeply. Steeped in religious value, yet, secular in nature really. After all, neither atheist nor agnostic can argue that their ancestors participated in giving thanks, together, for being here, right here, on this soil, on this day, so long ago. Some giving thanks to God, others giving thanks to those human beings who had the forethought to journey — here — without fear and to let all come along for the ride.

Autumn Quail

My lineage is a wee bit sketchy; willy-nilly at best. Much more time has to be given to pull the particulars out of the past, but this I do know — my ancestors sat on both sides of the thanksgiving table: Pilgrim and Native American alike. There be mixed relations in my line, mayhap there be a few witches, too.  Somewhere further on down an African slave? Dare I say that my people, MY ancestors all, have been the foundation of this country all along? Oh, my, there be stories to uncover, my friends. Stories to share in front of the roaring hearth AND campfire. History, no doubt, at its best. Deep and personal.

Autumn pilgrims and indians

For now, I will leave you with wisdom and blessings from both sides of the table. My table. Your table. Be thankful, my friends, and prosper.

Autumn bear claw

“When you were born, you cried
and the world rejoiced.
Live your life
so that when you die,
the world cries and you rejoice.”

— White Elk

Autumn Cross

“For everything God created is good, and nothing is to be rejected if it is received with thanksgiving,  because it is consecrated by the word of God and prayer.” — 1 Timothy 4:4-5

This post is part of a Blog Circle on Gratitude for this marvelous month of November. Please continue your journey along our circular path by visiting Lulu Bea . — Blessing to  you, dear reader & friend


  1. Oh Robin, this post gave me goose flesh. Really truly, such wonderful words. As a mother and grandmother, my full table probably looks similar to yours. Grace and wisdom from all that have come before us to all those that will come after us. Belated Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family.

  2. Robin I love the picture you painted of family pouring in and out of your house, grandchildren, love, togetherness. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be part of a big family – it sounds rich and wonderful 🙂 Enjoy your thanksgiving together! xo

  3. Dear Robin, your post left me all dreamy… as if I too had travelled across the wide ocean, shared this journey with brave and hopeful souls and ended up at your table, my hands covered in flour and my ears full of the sounds of your house, the kids running around, the men cheering their favorite teams and the women laughing around me, with me, as we put the final touches to a delicious meal. Such gatherings are precious, so precious. Enjoy every moment. xo Laly

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