It is what it is. A holiday where families, if one is so blessed, gather for traditional food, like turkey, cranberries and pumpkin pie. A holiday based on a blessed lie, that when the pilgrims came all was good. Well, maybe it wasn’t based on a lie, maybe there was some blessed moments, even in the midst of hard daily life, and people trying take other people’s land and colonize indigenous cultures. It is what it is.
If we all don’t share food, can we all share being grateful? Probably not, so this is not such a universal, or even national day, we probably will never all get on the same page on one day. It is what it is.
words on paper
babies
(mine)
Ella singing
Louie swinging
Coltrane laying it out like to die for
coffee
(with milk)
the Eiffel tower
men with kind eyes
overcoats
warm bed
new shoes
creme brulet
art & ballet
impermanence
solid ground
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