Thanksgiving

In our different traditions of cranberry sauce with goose or sans turkey or tofurkey, we gathered around the laden table to give thanks for the blessings in our lives. On this day especially, we don't just remember the less privileged. We do something about these thoughts and turn it into concrete action so that it sincere charity work becomes part of our lives too.

I closed my eyes and gave thanks to the many good friends I'm so lucky to have, and to hold. The warmth and the generosity I've received are immeasurable. People say family means everything. Not to me. Not all family members are equal, or are placed on the same priority scale. I'm brutally honest in my dealings with them. If I don't like you, I simply won't see you. I might not even acknowledge you. I'm happy for you to do likewise. Certain friends mean more to me, and they stood by me when family didn't, and the years have proved that. So many incidents have shown me the friends who'll stand by me through thick and thin.

We don't need to skip Thanksgiving this year either. As Australian as they are, they still keep to the traditions gleaned from their growing-up years in the States. So a Thanksgiving dinner was arranged. I think there's much to be said about doing away with the turkey, at least for us. In its place, there're interesting items. In this era, the point is not so much of the food. We slept pretty well on the flight, so we were wide awake for dinner. We had two pies for dessert- an apple and a pecan, both of which were richly flavored and low on sugar. :)

You too. Have a beautiful and meaningful Thanksgiving.