This past weekend was the grand feast of Thanksgiving all over America. Our own family loves this holiday and one household becomes the center of a lot of planning and expectations, as we all converge there to prepare foods and of course the turkey. This year we had three turkeys- being Americans, everyone had to stick to their preference! Some wanted Cajun turkey, others the regular old Butterball, and yet a third segment preferred a “chatpatta” halal turkey, with spices to take away the turkey odor! The number of side dishes and appetizers was astounding, and the desserts just as much, and of course left untouched due to the gluttony before it. It is a holiday to reflect and be grateful for what God has given us. In our family, we have a tradition of an appreciation ceremony, where everyone says what they are most grateful for that year and in general. I also like to remember all our ancestors who have passed and to whom we owe not just our very existence, but our character, our tastes, our preferences, our world experiences and so to them we are most grateful.
The message behind the words is the voice of the heart - Rumi