Looking at the eagle
soaring oh so high
wings spread wide
in glorious flight
I wonder what he
thinks of us
He must wonder
why do they bicker
Why can they
not find peace?
Why can’t their hearts
the beautiful land below?
As I stand here shoving the third and final giant foil pan of food into the oven, this one stuffing, I was wondering if any of us could really grasp the true spirit of Thanksgiving as felt by the Pilgrims. Here we are, most of us with our fabulous technology to do most of the hard work for us yet we still complain. I know that I have today. By the time I was working on the stuffing I could really care less if it came out right or not. No one would die if we didn’t have stuffing. There would still be plenty of food to go around. Most of us won’t go hungry. And there will be a nearby store or restaurant open to get something if it is absolutely necessary.
The Pilgrims were overjoyed at their abundance of food, blessings of life and new friends who saved their lives. For many present day people this holiday is just a family meal to get through, a travel ordeal, an all around major hassle. You would rather be sitting at home in your favorite chair wearing your pajamas, reading a good book or watching T.V.
Does your Thanksgiving really look like the ones on T.V? All happy and joyous? Does anyone still say Grace? Is there a tablecloth made of lace?
Is Thanksgiving still relevant? Maybe our world has evolved far beyond this more personal celebration of life by a people who had been through more than most of us will ever understand.
Or maybe we are inundated by too many holidays many of which are grouped too close together. Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and As I stand here shoving the third and final giant foil pan of food into the oven, this one stuffing, I was wondering if any of us could really grasp the true spirit of Thanksgiving as felt by the Pilgrims. Here we are, most of us with our fabulous technology to do most of the hard work for us yet we still complain. I know that I have today. By the time I was working on the stuffing I could really care less if it came out right or not. No one would die if we didn’t have stuffing. There would still be more than plenty of food to go around. Most won’t go hungry. And there will be a nearby store or restaurant open to get something if it was absolutely necessary.
Now don’t get me wrong I am grateful for the sacrifices made by the Pilgrims, for family and friends but really wouldn’t a Bring Your Own Sandwich work just as well?!
Thank you Kathy Neal for pointing me in the right direction.
Shanghaied through time and space
Into a cult-like twilight zone
Awakening to the realization
A small group bans together
The treacherous escape route
But not everyone is on board
Many are paralyzed with fright
They will have to unite to survive
Work together to configure the escape
Set up a front and run defense
Quickly plot and plan
In a small place
The feeling is that of suffocating
Panic and fear is rife
Behind the mask of normalcy
There is no choice
Their lives and free will are at stake
An attempt has to be made
It has to be fast and furious
Jumping through the rabbit hole of time and space
Send the weak and terrified down first
Push and shove
Faster and faster
There is no stopping
The strongest goes through last
To hide the trail and in case of discovery
No one is left behind
Hands are held
They move as one
To freedom and life
No one remembers breathing
Just moving pushing shoving
Sliding back through into reality
Into the real world
Everyone is greeted with cheers and laughter
Their arrival had been eagerly awaited
Hearts and minds are light as air
Lives are restored
The nightmare is over
danced around in the soft, blue moonlight, laughing and singing praises to God.
They blew kisses onto the heads of babies on earth down below that smelled of bubblegum and sweet gardenia flowers.
Every day that it was warm enough and the sun was shinning, after all of her house work was done, she could be found in her back yard soaking up the sun. With the help of baby oil. For hours on end. It was a ritual that I witnessed my entire youth. Back in the old days, the 70’s and 80’s.
Was she the darkest white lady in all the land? Yes, yes she was. She was so dark that until one of my children was quite old they thought she was a black woman. It didn’t help that her last name had the word black in it. I have a photograph of my young child sitting in her lap on a backyard swing. My child was as white as they come with bright white hair. In her lap my child looks like a ghost and she looks like a black woman. We lived in an all white neighborhood. This was a long time ago.
Did we think it was strange? I don’t think so. As a child and a teenager that was the only way I had ever seen her. She never lost enough of her tan in the winter to look white again. And her tan didn’t look bad. It wasn’t uneven or spotty. She was perfectly roasted. As a white un-tanable teenager I was very jealous. Her sister-in-law was almost the same way. They loved the sun and went to the beach for a week or two every summer come hell or highwater.
In spite of terrible family tragedy this woman was one of the happiest and most together women I knew. She ran her house with military precision. She sewed, she baked beautiful birthday cakes for everyone in the neighborhood on their birthdays. Her kids were always dressed nice and well-mannered. They all went to college, got married and had kids. This lady also smoked cigarettes and had two beers every night.
By todays standards this lady would be considered very unhealthy right? Of course she would. She probably looks like an old leather saddle now right? I think so. I haven’t seen her in many years. I have been told that she does indeed look bad and that yes she has had skin cancer. But if none of that happened until she was in her late 70’s then all in all is that really too bad? She has had a long life which she enjoyed to the best of her ability in light of a terrible family tragedy that she had to endure. If she had to do it all over again I doubt that she would give up any of her pleasures, they are part of what made her who she was. A hyper tanned mom who was not a freak. And yes her children often layed out with her but never tanned as well or as much as she did. They were a close happy family and still are.
Ever stuck on how many syllables a word has? Me too. I know it’s a huge world-wide problem. Well this web site is the one for you! Just type in your word and it will tell you.
Here is a web site that is great to use when teaching children or grammies about the art of Haiku.
I was teaching my grandson about Haiku so I needed that web site. It is so true, if you don’t use it, you lose it.
Here is one of his Haiku’s:
This season is great.
Dark, fun, spooky and creepy.
Candy is near me.
I guess you can put periods in them. I am not sure. Or does it have to be one entire sentence. Oh well he is six so a little at a time.
I found the answers to my questions on this site.
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I have never heard of a Girl Scout knife, do they even exist?
I just thought about this after I discovered my husband’s Boy Scout knife knocking around in the washing machine. Yes it was my fault. I left in my pants pocket. I carry it when I remember too. This is the first time I have washed it though.
So it made realize that I had never heard of a Girl Scout knife before. Girls need protection too! We might be out in the woods and need to start a fire, cut something, carve something or even kill someone. Girls need to be prepared also.
Speaking of being prepared just in case any of you wander into the forest and get lost for days I will tell you how to eat acorns. No people don’t eat them like squirrels do. They are very bitter, dare I say hot. Maybe squirrels are of Latin descent. Anyway gather as many as you can, shell them then grind them on a flat stone as best you can. Then put them in your sock or something like that and float them in a stream overnight. That will remove the bitterness allowing you to eat them without getting a stomach ache. Or you can grind them into a very fine powder and boil them as you would oatmeal.
And just to be safe always carry a clean freshly washed Boy Scout knife with you everywhere you go because you just never know how it will come in handy.