A hearty welcome to this season of thanks! It’s a time to give rather than get, to share rather than gather presents. It comes from the tradition of harvest in this country. People gave thanks for corn and wheat and enough food laid by for the winter.
Food is now as easy and close as my neighborhood market. I don’t have to labor over crops and hope for enough. But it’s still a time for thanks, a month to celebrate Thanksgiving as a family, a time to reflect on how rich I am in ways that have nothing to do with money.
A favorite poem of mine is this one by e.e. cummings:
I thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes
(I who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;
this is the birthday of life and of love and wings; and of the gay
great happening ilimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any – lifted from the no
of all nothing – human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
I love the line, “and this is the sun’s birthday.” In autumn, the warmth of the sun in the chill air is certainly a treasure.
This November, I’ll be giving some thought to what I’m thankful for. Heading my list: Family and their unconditional love, healing after surgery last week, a team of co-workers who genuinely care for each other, friends who cheer me on. And always, “this amazing day.”