Thoughts on Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving Day in America, a tapestry woven from threads of gratitude, memory, and connection. Amidst the fast-paced rhythm of our lives, this is the moment when we pause, breathe, and marvel at the beauty around us.

Thanksgiving is like a bridge between the past and the future, a quiet interlude where time slows down. The clinking of glasses, the aroma in the kitchen, the laughter that fills the air – all these create notes in a symphony, each contributing to a melody of togetherness and appreciation. This day is more than just what is laid out on the table; it’s about the invisible bonds that tie us together, the silent acknowledgments of love and support.

In the gentle glow of the autumn sun, we reflect on the harvest of our lives — not just the literal one, but the harvest of experiences, relationships, and growth. It’s a time to recognize the richness that comes from being part of a larger whole, to see our own narratives intertwined with those of friends and family.

Thanksgiving is an invitation to open our hearts and minds, to give and receive with grace. This is an opportunity to celebrate the simple, yet profound truth, that we are all connected in this intricate dance of life. Each moment of gratitude is like a ripple in a pond, spreading outward and touching others in ways we may never fully comprehend.

Here, we gather around our tables, cherish not just the feast, but the stories and the memories that come with it. On this day, we take a moment to reflect on what it means to be alive, to be part of this grand mosaic, and to find gratitude in the everyday miracles that make life truly extraordinary.

Can’t always get what you want

I woke up with a headache just a few minutes ago. Not a good way to start your Thanksgiving day, I’m afraid. So I step outside on the porch to ease it a bit by breathing some fresh air. Brrrr. The cold bites. And the snow from yesterday is still on the ground and atop the cars in the street. Checking the weather channel, local forecast says it’s 2 degrees right this moment. Awesome.

Coming back inside was nice and warm. But not as warm as Thanksgiving days usually are. You know, the kitchen normally starts to generate heat from all the preparation and cooking.  And the smell. Hmmm…

There won’t be any cooking in my kitchen this time, though. Except maybe to boil water for my morning joe. But I’m fixing to go to another house where a friend will do all the cooking. That would be nice. Just to hang out and not have to worry about all the fuss.

Don’t get me wrong. A house warmed by its kitchen on Thanksgiving day is a good thing. A very good thing indeed. I wish my house is one of them but hey… you can’t always get what you want. Right? Not all the time anyway.

This brings me to my thought for this morning. I’ve been doing a lot of wishful thinking lately. Lot of what if’s. I don’t know. But sometimes, not getting what you want is the best thing that could happen. And for that, I’m thankful. For if I did get everything I wanted all the time, I probably won’t as grateful as I am today. To say the least!

So this morning, I’m giving thanks. To God, mainly. For there’s a lot to be thankful for. Think about it. I will.

Happy Thanksgiving Day.