I love talking to my writers. So why is my blog always late? I aim for the 15th of the month. But, sigh, today is the 19th. If any of you have the answer, I’d love to hear it.
I think it may have to do with my difficulty in deciding what to write about. As a political junky, it would be easy for me to head down that path. However, that would alienate half of you so that doesn’t seem like a good idea.
My second thought is thankfulness. It is the holiday season, you know. I’m grateful for many things middle class Americans have – a roof over my head, clothes to wear, food to eat and my family. When I look deeper, I see that I’m thankful for the Earth and all her gracious gifts – the blue sky, the carbon dioxide/oxygen exchange of the trees and plants, the flowing of her rivers. I’m also grateful for time and movement. I read recently that there is no time without movement and no movement without time. Our planet is turning through our solar system and the solar system turns through the arms of the Milky Way and that turns throughout space-time. Since we are constantly moving, it means all things change. Life is impermanent. Everything will evolve. That means whatever is bothering me will pass. I will change, my circumstances will change and my existence in the universe will change.
And that brings me around to getting along with family at Thanksgiving. For many, old wounds of the past surface with people we don’t see regularly. Competition, envy and greed are just some of the issues that pop up. But everything changes and our feelings can grow into compassion, if we will let them. We are not the same as when we were children and we will not be the same as we age. Besides, there must be something good about our relatives. If nothing else, we share the same DNA.
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