On this blue-gray morning, with the light pitter-patter of raindrops overhead, I am shedding the memories, the regrets, and the wishes. I am here, present, and overwhelmed with gratitude. A holiday without a name (for I cannot shed my political views, and cannot celebrate the killing of American Indians and their culture), but definitely with emotion: I am thankful for you, to be alive, and to be able to drink my coffee on my stoop and listen to the sound of the skies weeping.
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One Comment
I am a firm believer that words are what you make of them. So when i say “Happy Thanksgiving” to me that means all the great times i have with my family and friends. What historical context it places has no relevance because I was not involved with it and do not in ANY way celebrate it. I celebrate the now and the good times I’ve had on that day in past years. But that’s just me ;o)