Thursday, November 24, 2005
Like millions of other Americans, today was a day to gather, eat turkey, and give thanks. We, like our neighbors, gathered. For only the second time in 43 Thanksgivings, I did not spend the holiday feast around a table with my parents. Whether or not this becomes the new tradition, I don't know; it certainly was one of the most low key Thanksgivings I've ever enjoyed.
We had the typical feast: turkey & stuffing, rice, mashed potatoes, candied (mashed... unlike the flickr picture) yams, creamed corn, string bean casserole, and corn muffins. And three pies: apple, pumpkin, and chocolate moose. Enough food to feed a small army; we'll have plenty of leftovers for the coming week.
The the purpose of this holiday is not to eat until bloated (although this is, perhaps, one of the most common of activities), but rather to give thanks for all that we have. And, yes, perhaps all is not perfect; Lord knows, nobody's life is perfect. But, the fact that I am still drawing a breath means I have something to give thanks for.
In giving thanks, I like to take stock of my life & how I'm using that which I have.
I have much to be thankful for: a wonderful family, a good job, my health, a great home... I am, indeed, blest. And for that, I am thankful. I only hope that in the coming year, I can put that which I'm blessed to have to good use: may I help those who mean the most to me, may I focus on love and friendship, may I focus on learning and growth.
Posted by Peter A. Stinson on Thursday, November 24, 2005