It's kind of funny how Thanksgiving places so much attention on the meal; the sit down with whomever to eat whatever. Yet every meal has a name, and that name is "thanks". We try to say "thanks" with every meal; it's a gift we didn't have before breaking bread and it feels better when it's over.
If I had to give it a different name, might call it praying. Isn't eating like praying? Isn't every bite like reading divine wisdom? You know when it's entered your body, your soul.
What do you call it? Con paz.
frank
Ex-Sunnyside Washington child, raised by amazing Mexican matriarch [Chula].
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
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Consuming every moment with reverence conditions us to count blessings.
Once when one of her children broke something she cared about, my sister kept her cool and dealt with the mess. Later, to me, she said, "what's more important: my child or some thing?" It were as if she had said, "I am thankful for my child." It was a lesson to identify and know your values, be conscious of them as they grow, develop, or change. In this way, whatever happens, you maintain a perspective true to what matters. It is a path of fewer regrets. It is a mindset more open to thankfulness.
I am thankful for Wisdom; how she speaks through so many, like Frank, my sister, my mother, the man behind me in the grocery line yesterday...
Thanksgiving was once a time and a place of gathering my family for talking and storytelling around the table on a particular day. There was a lot of tall tale telling, general jabber, laughing, and wisdom dropping. It hasn't been the same since my grandmother died. Her house was the seat of Thanksgiving. Our family has seemed adrift at Thanksgiving ever since: feasting separately, finding or not, our own niches for the holiday. Evonne's home last year was the closest thing to that feeling of childhood Thanksgiving I've felt since childhood. Thank you, Evonne, for that gift.
Thanksgiving has become various times of gathering with family or friends during the year when connections are made beyond the food, when something eases inside the heart, and anytime that Wisdom speaks.
Thank you, Chula's boy, for reminding me to value every bite as a gift, to honor it with a prayer of thanksgiving to the one who provided it.
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