What better to adorn the Thanksgiving table than a cornucopia of squash, a crazy assortment of colors and shapes, of textures and tones? What better day to rejoice in assembling the crook-necked with the pear-shaped, the fluted with the warty? This kind of kinship isn’t always easy, but it is the way families or communities assemble, not by being the same, but by welcoming everyone to the table.
Who or what are you grateful to be welcoming in today?
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?
