Sittin’ On The Dock of the Day — Thanksgiving

Think of not thinking about anything but being thankful and present.

The beauty of bright shimmering feathers. The boldness of a puffed out chest and fanned tail. The stuttered walk and run of a cocky pheasant.

Look at this majestic bird. The regal bald blue head and draping red wattle. Heck, it might be a mutant. Let’s eat it.

Let’s give a little shout out to Mexico and their ancestors of pre-Columbian Meso-America for giving us domesticated turkeys. With all the rambling in the United States these days about how terrible immigrants are from those areas we might appreciate them a bit more.

Let’s consider how, arguably, our most American holiday Thanksgiving celebrates its most precious tradition, eating the turkey, is a direct product of the incredible peoples from Central America.

Back to the gobblers.

Faces are arriving you haven’t seen in some time. Faces that may have pasts associated with unpleasant memories. So what. For the moment let the past remain the past. It’s time to compartmentalize.

Fake it till you make it today.

I may be offended uncle Bob thinks global warming is a hoax and the fact parts of Miami are under water all the time is just a liberal fake news story but today we both can both put that aside and just be family.

Every political belief doesn’t have to be voiced or heard.

In fact, political beliefs and religion are topics best avoided at family and friend gatherings; besides, thousands of happy things to discuss for hours exist.

Here is a list of subjects to rant and rave about for smiles and fun:

  • The smell of baking brownies.
  • Delicious turkey recipes.
  • An embarrassing funny moment.
  • Beautiful sunsets.
  • The great weather.
  • Donald Trump’s hair(even Republicans and/or Trump supporters will laugh).
  • Flowers.
  • Baking bread.
  • Growing your own vegetables.
  • Chocolate!
  • Yummy cheese.
  • Vacation.
  • Cake.
  • Pie.

The list can go on and on. The point is to enjoy people, even your family for a few hours. It’s such a brief amount of time in your life. And, in the midst of partying absolutely, incredibly, scrumptious food is to be feasted on.

Be thankful for the vegetable treats. Our host knows we don’t eat meat and has provided delectable tofu and wonderful multi-grain muffins.

There are even gluten-free dishes to munch on. Bon appétit.

Talk about the wonderful menu.

That grand gobbler is strutting its stuff and we all can partake in the celebration of being humble, appreciative, content, and full of gratitude.

Gratitude for what?

Do you have breath? Do you have health? Do you have a friend? Do you have a family? Can you see the stars? Can you feel hope? All these things are to be thankful for and much more.

Is a turkey thankful? I think this might be the case. Hard to determine though but a turkey is proud and will defend itself, even be aggressive.

I think a turkey is thankful for being a turkey. Be thankful as the turkey just for being you.

Give homage to the gobbler because of the sustenance and dazzle it provides. Have you seen an Ocellated turkey?

These turkeys are cousins to the ones we eat. Incredible artwork created honoring these amazing birds festooned many pieces of Aztec crafts and masterpieces.

Surely these gorgeous birds have inspired many creations. The colors and patterns are beyond spectacular.

At the dock of the day, the tide is washing in bringing a day or a life to give thanks.

Rejoice in a fleeting space in time to share a brief happiness with those you love or friends cherished. The dock is the chance to connect, the occasion to be present, the stage to set for new beginnings, and lasting peace.

Where ever you are in the world find a day, a night, an hour to be thankful and give the charity of your spirit in listening and smiles. Moments like these are irreplaceable and have unmatched value.

Blessings abound in simple empathy, awareness, and grounded mindfulness.

Blessing to all.

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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