Although I’m not much on Thanksgiving, the history or the cuisine, I like its inherent reminder to count our blessings. (Which must have come later; I can’t imagine the Pilgrims and the Wampanoags were thinking about giving thanks; that first American harvest party was a political meeting).
Here is what I’m most thankful for:
Having enough to eat, and getting to eat mostly what I like, and very healthy food. It keeps my mind and body strong.
Living in a place where the sun shines most days of the year.
Loving and being loved, such a gift.
Being able to write and draw, whether or not I’m any good at it; the freedom and joy of creative fire is liberating.
I’m thankful the 99% are gradually (and some of us, immediately) getting up, standing up.
Thankful I have seen some of the world. Not enough to feel worldly but enough to not feel provincial. I thank my parents for this.
Gratitude for my drum and guitar; they have great dun, the power of certain objects.
And I am thankful that I learned forgiveness early in life, and am learning to reject materialism; this takes longer, for some reason.