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.
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.
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.
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.
“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
“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
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