As a writer who strives to develop and maintain a unique voice, I have to admit that coming up with a Thanksgiving Day blog entry, when so many thousands of bloggers will post something on the topic over the next few days, presents its challenges.
Mainly, I don’t want to appear cynical by not including a photo of a turkey or listing all the things I am thankful for, because the truth is that I love Thanksgiving! From the break from work, the traditional foods and family gatherings, to the pause we take to express our gratitude, I feel deeply nourished by the holiday in this time of darkening days and approaching winter.
And yet, it seems to me that the deeper, more profound potential of Thanksgiving can so easily be lost if all we do is give thanks for our good fortune without an accompanying humble awareness of just how many people are less fortunate, often significantly, desperately, violently, tragically less fortunate, than we are.
I know. Those are often difficult things to contemplate, and we want to enjoy ourselves on Thanksgiving, and here I am a big, fat, wet blanket. Right?
But it’s not cynicism or nihilism. Not really. I want everyone to enjoy the holiday as much as I desire to.
No, what I’m suggesting is actually rather simple. All I suggest is that we hold those less fortunate than us in our hearts as we enjoy our friends and family, our feast, our cozy homes, that we wish the same for them, and that we try as hard as we can to keep the idea alive that all living beings deserve a day off and a feast and a roof over their heads.
Happy Thanksgiving…to all!