Being Thankful

November 29, 2014     flower_spring_flowers_purple

Thanksgiving was beautiful. The day was cloudless and sunny, with temperatures in the mid forties by afternoon. I went with friends to one of their parents’ home for dinner. The meal was delicious and the visit cordial. Afterward, loaded with leftovers, we stopped to visit a friend who had to work, leaving some of the bounty with her. Then, I went home for a very traditional after dinner nap on the divan – and damn the calories. I suspect I wasn’t the only one.

I cherish such days, such friendships, such experiences, tucking them away with as much care as I do extra canned goods and gardening tools. I’ve done this all my life. They are as important to me as the gardens I plant and as much a preparation against hard times to come as they have been against hard times past.

Though I must admit, I’ve squandered a few with pettiness or anger, walked right by others – distracted – and failed to appreciate some until I’d scrubbed off a little of the grime and realized the value of what I had. And I’m not so vain as to imagine that others haven’t had similar reactions toward me.

Nevertheless, we live in a declining Empire, well on its way to the next downward step in that decline. We can fear all the correct enemies of that empire, hate all the right people, shop ‘til we drop, go in debt up to our eyeballs. None of this will save the Empire. For most of us, life is going to get appreciably more difficult. We’re living at the end of an extraordinary and, frankly, aberrant period of abundant energy and resources – one that we’ve mostly squandered – and are going to have to live with the consequences as they grow scarce.

The government may have promised us something different, but life never has. We can tear ourselves and the world apart with anger and self pity or we can cherish the good days, the good friends, the good experiences, storing them away – food for the heart – with the same care we’d store away food for the body. And we can be thankful.

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6 Responses to Being Thankful

  1. graveday says:

    Trying to remember the handle of the gal from Mississippi who described her body type as ‘famine resistant’ back on latoc. Post TG I think we all tend in that direction. Sounds like you had a nice experience. Ours was good too except for 24 year old son not being gracious to his 19 year old sister and making her cry and leave the table. Fortunately it was at the end of the meal. We will continue to work to make the next meal include more grace.

    • theozarker says:

      Hey, Grave. I guess we can be thankful they were around to be ungracious. We had four nineteen-year-olds from a nearby town killed in the same car crash just a day or two before Thanksgiving. Hugs.

  2. Nadia says:

    Had a gloriously simple and amazing couple of days with relatives in Wisconsin. Watched wild turkeys running all over the turned fields there, feeding on the remnants…. living in the moment and free for the time being. Living in the moment is hard but so very rewarding.

  3. graveday says:

    Turkeys running wild here in upstate California too. They are not native, but are enjoying a spectacular surge in numbers. Sounds good, but it is at the expense of ground nesting birds, lizards, and anything else that lives close to the ground that the turkeys can eat.
    One was sitting at our TG table and counted himself a family member.
    I take it as a metaphor for modern (insert some word such as politics, sports, religion, etc.).

  4. theozarker says:

    I would rather watch them than eat them. Very lively birds. 😀

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