Surely this is a terrible month for turkeys across the United States, as they await their imminent demise. If turkeys marked holidays, the fourth Thursday in November would be a day of mourning, not gratitude. Except, of course, that turkeys presumably have no notion of the future, or roasting pans, or much of anything beyond the present moment.
Turkeys have a reputation for stupidity, but perhaps they are really a model of enlightenment.
How do you let go of worries and find a way to live in the present moment?
If I were a turkey, I’d give thanks for my slaughter. The misery of my life in this world would be mercifully over. My strained joints and broken bones, too weak to support my large breast and upper body that I’d been genetically selected to grow for human consumption, would agonize me no longer. Good-bye to the crowding, racket, stench, and brutality of the hatchery, turkey farm and slaughterhouse. As humans sit down at the table on this day of Peace and Thanksgiving, I would be grateful that finally my throat has been slit.
I think of the suburban turkeys, three the last I saw (it was Thanksgiving 4 years ago), that live wild within Santa Rosa, CA. To them life is what is, except it is not what it was minutes ago and never again will be. That is forgotten, It is what it is and not anything like what it will be in a few minutes. They will never again be part of a past memory, or be later … only now! They are not intellectual but they seem to live well in the moment. Meditation works for me. Still I am glad the I am not turkey!
How do you let go of worries and find a way to live in the present moment?…
Poor finances, lack of mobility, and having no clear direction, force me to stay stuck in the present … with no moving forward…
Namaste!
Dwayne