I'm Stuffed and Thankful
Well my birthday is over and apparently there are a few holidays coming up...
Much like my birthday all holidays have a different meaning to me now as an adult. I come from a family that somewhere in my middle childhood decided holidays were not .. well lets just say reasonable. Hence now my birthday is always something i cherish and various other holidays get more attention then just a status update on Facebook.
Today for instance is Thanksgiving. Many are contemplating what they have to be thankful for and some where in this day are stuffing themselves with turkey and a form of potato. For some this day is just another day at work or some wish they were working so they didn't have to be around that part of the family that annoys the hell out of them.
Does it really take a day called Thanksgiving to make us look at what we have to be thankful for? Do those living on the street wait for a day to say a prayer for the charity they have received? Can even the youngest family member truly say thank you for a hearty meal and shelter and mean it from the heart?
This holiday season will come and go just like the years past but as we grow older and watch our children, parents and friends change and grow older don't let another year go by without telling them " I Love you" ...
Sure be thankful for the obvious, but also the not quite so obvious.
The things we take for granted in our everyday life that to us seem a right or something we are entitled to...
The bottom line is Thanksgiving should be a daily ritual " I love you"
Much like my birthday all holidays have a different meaning to me now as an adult. I come from a family that somewhere in my middle childhood decided holidays were not .. well lets just say reasonable. Hence now my birthday is always something i cherish and various other holidays get more attention then just a status update on Facebook.
Today for instance is Thanksgiving. Many are contemplating what they have to be thankful for and some where in this day are stuffing themselves with turkey and a form of potato. For some this day is just another day at work or some wish they were working so they didn't have to be around that part of the family that annoys the hell out of them.
Does it really take a day called Thanksgiving to make us look at what we have to be thankful for? Do those living on the street wait for a day to say a prayer for the charity they have received? Can even the youngest family member truly say thank you for a hearty meal and shelter and mean it from the heart?
This holiday season will come and go just like the years past but as we grow older and watch our children, parents and friends change and grow older don't let another year go by without telling them " I Love you" ...
Sure be thankful for the obvious, but also the not quite so obvious.
The things we take for granted in our everyday life that to us seem a right or something we are entitled to...
The bottom line is Thanksgiving should be a daily ritual " I love you"
Could it be that Thanksgiving is as made up as Christmas and Santa Clause? Improbable! How could I even consider that the original Americans and their univited guests’ would’t put their dfferences aside and share how thankful they were to have met? Besides American history is filled with examples of Thanksgiving, just ask the Africans, Irish, Italians and Japanese. So for me Thanksgiving is generally a day we pay attention to the Double “G’s”, And we aint’t talking (Turkey)Breasts….
ReplyDeleteWe talking Gluttony and Guilt, baby. Seems each year those puppies grow bigger and bigger and we keep finding a 24 hour underwire of indifference that pushes em up high, so everyone can lust over the flesh that leaves us wallowing on the living room sofa. And trust me, I, like most, line up with my oversized appetite and pile my just desservants high. And, how could I not when what I see pressed against the glass leaves my eyes bulging and mouth watering?
Ironically, this year I stuffed my belly more than last and smiled the traditional toothless smile at the cooks while making small talk about how this year’s turkey was possibly their best ever, but it was not my belly that I found fullest. It was my soul and it was stuffed with my care to belong, my desire to be me.
Simply, I have found something that keeps me still for the first time in my life. And its peace beakons me to close my eyes so I can see and my lips to open so I can hear. It is the whisper of a song in my ear; the reminding thump, thump of fingers innerlocked inside mine; the sublte blue hue outlining walnut brown; and that which really sweetens my tea fore which I am most gracious.
I denied I could co-exist with such Thankfulness until now….Thump, Thump my darling.
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