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?
