Quote du jour: In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for; as for me, I rejoice that I am not a Republican. ~H.L. MenckenIt is the Monday before Thanksgiving and I have yet to pick up the whole foods, locally raised on grass, sunshine, love and new age music, turkey. I have children and stepchildren on their way in a day or two. I have 13 people coming for dinner on Thursday and oral surgery scheduled for Wednesday. I have yet another construction project underway in the house and oh yeah, a job to do. Am I stressed? No. Well, maybe.
But really, if I'm stressed - I'm stressed by abundance, by having a multitude of friends and family in my life, a home to love and rewire, choices about health care and choices about food. I have work that still (after all these years) holds deep and profound meaning for me along with a paycheck. Like most of the capitalist world, I have less today than a year ago, and you know what? I'm still thankful. I usually don't like to write about my personal life, because I'm wary of tipping from self-reference to self- indulgence, but I'm going to aim for relevant. Let me know how I do.
2008 started off with the critical care hospitalization of my youngest child, followed by emergency heart surgery on my partner, followed by my dad's serious illness and continuing decline and that was just the first three months of the year! I gave up keeping track by the end of March. It's been a heartbreaking year in many ways.
But even so, the year has also been one of stunning abundance in so many bullets dodged that I can't quite believe our good fortune. No one died. No one is crippled. The biopsies have been negative. No one has gone without a roof over their heads or their daily bread or the opportunity to earn it. Kids are growing up, falling in and out of love and making plans to transform the world. And one of our friends has agreed to carve the turkey. Isn't it great?
I am telling you my happy story, because, I proud Puritan that I am, often tell the hardship stories. We're New Englanders. We work hard in life. We work hard to parent. We work hard to find meaning. We work hard to stay connected, balanced and sane. And oh so often, we look past the celebration to the costs of it. The weeks of diet and deprivation or the overdrawn bank accounts. We look past the simple and obvious pleasures of our children to worry about their future, the tuition payments, their ability to find a job, their lack of competive edge in the collegiate sweepstakes. And once we get them launched - we worry about having them move back in. With the rocky economy and the geopolitical climate around the world, we worry about our income and we worry about our safety. I won't tell you not to consider these things. It is impossible to ignore them. What I am saying is "tell the happy stories too". "Enjoy the times of celebration." We must celebrate and we must tell the stories because they are something that can transform. They are somthing that casts a light into the shadows. We can give thanks for what we have now - however meagre - and for all the future possibilities that life holds.
I would never romanticize poverty - it's fallacious to believe that poverty is somehow enobling or anything less than a grinding, soul crushing, circumstance. Still, look around and you will witness people with next to nothing finding occasion to laugh. You will find people who make every encounter a celebration of friendship, and every gathering a time to create music. People who spend their lives on others with absolute joy. People who make every meal a feast of the spirit if not of the palate. It isn't one moment that makes a prayer of thanksgiving but many little appreciations, over and over again.
So whether or not we sit down at groaning tables on Thursday, let us give thanks. Whether or not we pray to anthing, let us give thanks. For the meals taken with others or alone, let us give thanks. Thanks too, for the surly teenagers and the demanding toddlers. For the jobs we might lose next month. For the friends who aren't always perfect. For the beloveds who are near and far. For hope in the face of illness. For life in the face of death. For life as it is. For life as it one day might be. Let us give thanks.