Thanksgiving, give thanks given much, why deserve this … generosity?
Being Dutch, I think that I am always standing on thin ice.
The ice is transparent and crystal clear.
While I am standing firmly, I know I am on ice and I can see through the ice to the deep water on the other side of the ice.
And maybe, the ice I am standing on is melting.
It is difficult for me to just celebrate.
I can lose myself in the moment, sure.
But at some point I will look down and think about the thin ice.
If I was anal enough, and maybe I am, I could take a yellow pad and write down everything in my life that I am thankful for.
Thankful to God for all his many gifts.
At some point, I have to look at the other side of the ledger.
I have to ask, why me?
Why do I deserve this generosity?
It is certain that nothing I have done to earn such a reward.
I cannot answer that question.
I am reminded of something that Ben Franklin wrote in a letter to a friend.
Ben wrote, “Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards, and which incorporates itself with the grapes to be changed into wine; a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy!”
Ben certainly wasn’t Dutch.
But I think he was on to something.
Much of what I am thankful for, I DO NOT deserve.
They are gifts.
Gifts from God.
Gifts from God who loves us and loves to see us happy.
I am thankful, beyond thanks, beyond words, for that.
peel, chop, boil, roast, bake stir, strain, mix, cool, slice, serve, eat then time to have pie!
I have read that cooking appeals to some folks as it is a do-it-yourself project that you can do in less than one day.
Count me in.
Thanksgiving maybe my favorite holiday.
I think its great that we have a day put aside to recognize that we have much to be thankful for.
I like that it was Lincoln that issued the 1st Thanksgiving Day proclamation.
I love the food.
I love the anticipation of the food.
I love the smell of the food.
And I love the preparation of the food.
Starting with a vast selection of ingredients and turning them into different dishes that are all ready to eat at the same time.
I love the challenge.
And I am thankful that I don’t have to do it every day.
Washington, D.C. October 3, 1863
By the President of the United States of America.
The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God. In the midst of a civil war of unequalled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theatre of military conflict; while that theatre has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union. Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defence, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle or the ship; the axe has enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battle-field; and the country, rejoicing in the consciousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom. No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity and Union.
In testimony whereof, I have hereunto set my hand and caused the Seal of the United States to be affixed.
Done at the City of Washington, this Third day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, and of the Independence of the United States the Eighty-eighth.
By the President: Abraham Lincoln
William H. Seward, Secretary of State
Please note there is some historical discussion that the proclamation was written by Seward and not Lincoln.
I ran across confabulate in a wonderful paragraph in my reading the other day.
In the Social Animal, David Brooks writes, “The unconscious mind merely confabulates stories that try to make sense of what the unconscious mind is doing of it own accord.”
I liked the word confabulate.
I was pretty sure I had heard it before.
I was pretty sure I knew what it meant.
I looked it up to make sure.
The first definition, engage in conversation; talk, seemed to apply to Brooks’ use of the word.
There was a 2nd definition listed.
PSYCHIATRY fabricate imaginary experiences as compensation for loss of memory
That definition demanded more investigation.
My question, is the confabulator making things up on purpose?
Telling a lie in other words?
Or are these imaginary memories born out of frustration for lack of real memory?
Or are these imaginary memories there because that is how the confabultor really remembers them?
The online Merriam-Webster dictionary gives this use of the word, ” A major characteristic of brain-damaged patients is the tendency to confabulate—to hide and dissemble about their damage.”
To me that sounds like its all made up except that it refers to brain damaged people?
Merriam-Webster also states, ” Confabulate is a fabulous word for making fantastic fabrications. Given the similarities in spelling and sound, you might guess that “confabulate” and “fabulous” come from the same root, and they do – the Latin fabula, which means “conversation, story.” Another “fabula” descendant that continues to tell tales in English is “fable.” All three words have long histories in English: “fable” first appeared in writing in the 14th century, and “fabulous” followed in the 15th. “Confabulate” is a relative newcomer, appearing at the beginning of the 1600s. “
take 10 everyone movies, yes, need in real life who is in charge here?
It happens in movies and on TV where a group of people, all engaged in some effort, reach a point of confusion or performance or something and the person in charge yells, “take 10 everyone” and all work stops and everyone can go off to their own little corner and regain focus, think or just do nuthin.
I need that today.
I need someone in charge to yell ‘Take 10 Everyone” and I can go off in my corner and do nuthin.
In that 10 I also want my head to stop hurting.
My brain to stop thinking.
My stomach to stop churning.
My eyes to focus.
My knees stop aching.
My sinuses to clear up.
My sense of smell to come back.
Just for 10.
Just 10 for me myself.
10 minutes I guess but I would settle for 10 seconds some days.
10 hours would be really nice but I won’t hold my breathe.
10 days, hmmmmmmm.
10 weeks, oh come on.
Just a short break.
But I want to be conscious of the passage of time.
I don’t want to close my eyes and have it be 10 minutes later.
I think that some people smoke so they can take a break and sit with a burning cigarette just to watch those beautiful trails of smoke go by as time passes.
troubles we suffer memory of pain drips in hearts so we gain wisdom
Wisdom comes through suffering. Trouble, with its memories of pain, Drips in our hearts as we try to sleep, So men against their will Learn to practice moderation. Favours come to us from gods.
― Aeschylus, Agamemnon
Aeschylus (c. 456/455 BC) was an ancient Greek tragedian. He is often described as the father of tragedy. Academics’ knowledge of the genre begins with his work, and understanding of earlier tragedies is largely based on inferences from his surviving plays. According to Aristotle, he expanded the number of characters in the theater and allowed conflict among them; characters previously had interacted only with the chorus. (Wikipedia)
Aeschylus begins in Greece describing the return of King Agamemnon from his victory in the Trojan War, from the perspective of the towns people (the Chorus) and his wife, Clytemnestra. However, dark foreshadowings build to the death of the king at the hands of his wife, who was angry at his sacrifice of their daughter Iphigenia, who was killed so that the gods would restore the winds and allow the Greek fleet to sail to Troy. She was also unhappy at his keeping of the Trojan prophetess Cassandra as a concubine. Cassandra foretells of the murder of Agamemnon, and of herself, to the assembled townsfolk, who are horrified. She then enters the palace knowing that she cannot avoid her fate. The ending of the play includes a prediction of the return of Orestes, son of Agamemnon, who will seek to avenge his father. (Wikipedia)