This is what I will do if I am ever hungry again after Thanksgiving. Instead of eating, I’ll let the moon shine in my throat.
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Hope looks to the future, gratitude to the past. My mom got up early before everyone else at an early bird house. She closed the doors and drawers, avoiding sleeping because it’s as easy as pie when you eat it, but not when you bake it. She has taught us to be as grateful for a little as for a lot. Thanksgiving blessed us with such an abundance of food that every year a dish was forgotten and left in a corner of the kitchen.
Tecumseh said, âWhen you get up in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault is yours.
In his book Born for love: thoughts on love, Leo Buscaglia wrote: âYears ago I had a Buddhist teacher in Thailand who reminded all of his students that there was always something to be thankful for. He said, “Let us stand up and be thankful, for if we hadn’t learned a lot today, at least we might have learned a little.” And if we didn’t even learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick. And if we got sick, at least we wouldn’t die. So let’s all be thankful.
I am not a Magellan and have been lost several times and have been found each time. I am grateful for this. Somewhere a skunk sprayed today. It didn’t spray me. I am grateful for this.
I am neither a foodie nor a foodie and I confess that I do not cherish the turkey part of the meal as much as I should. To me, turkey is a cardboard box with the good stuff in it. A neighbor eats like he’s in a holiday pageant and has threatened to get an earring to make something still fit him the day after Thanksgiving. Last year, he considered putting leftover padding in his pillow in place of the lumpy foam. On Black Friday, he’ll be lucky enough to have room for toaster crumbs. He will wear sweatpants until he leaves the cold turkey.
Thanksgiving takes a lot out of us by putting a lot into us. It’s a pass for gluttony. If you need anything, reach out. If he’s out of range, have another join you. I said to a nephew, âIs your passport in order? If so, skip the mashed potatoes.
We eat like it doesn’t matter, but if we dare to stand in front of a TV showing an exciting 43-0 football game, we will hear, âStep back, you make a better door than a window. Â»Turkey meat is not transparent. Family members add weight. It’s parents’ plump pie.
A single fallen plate can cause an international incident – the spillage of the fat, the fall of the turkey and the destruction of the porcelain.
We gulp down to wobble, the kitchen looks like it has been mob hit, and we put on our scales to cheat. We eat until we can’t eat a single thing, but the pie, mashed potatoes, gravy, and rice pudding are not one thing. We follow the meal with a Lipitor hunter.
Benjamin Disraeli said: “I have a very unusual sensation – if it’s not indigestion, I think it must be gratitude.” I am grateful for every moment, some more than others.
It’s good to take a break each day and ruminate on your blessings, but not when you’re on the go. When counting your blessings, make them huge because of the good things that are happening to you and the things that worry you that have not happened.
Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote: âI woke up this morning to a devout thanksgiving for my friends old and new. I know being you can be a thankless job, but I’m grateful for your company. Thanks for being you.
We are given a lot of moments every day. We have to use it to say “Thank you”.
Have high hopes. It’s a great day. May your beautiful moments persist.