My friend Kathy, who writes from the woods of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, shared these wise thoughts a few years ago. I think they’re well worth sharing again.
Perhaps we all know what Thanksgiving is. We know what it feels like. Underneath all our turkey and stuffing, we know that Thanksgiving feels like gratitude, appreciation and love. It smells like pumpkin pie mixed with joy. It tastes like mashed potatoes whipped with the heart’s fairest harvest. It is the giving of the feast of compassion, the giving of our deepest gifts.
But what is the opposite of Thanksgiving?
Could it be the way we steer through our days on auto-pilot, concerned only about getting things done? Concerned primarily about connecting the dots between A and B? Could the opposite of Thanksgiving be our busy lives, our focused doing, our physical robotic movements?
Could the opposite of Thanksgiving be our forgetting to be grateful? Our forgetting to marvel at the small gifts which life presents, moment after moment, hour after hour, day after day? Could it be a sin…
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