In spite of our protests . . .

It's Odin's day . . . Northerlies are returning this afternoon bringing a cold Thanksgiving tomorrow to TulseyTown...

[w]hatever we have to say, will be said again, in a slightly different way, by myself or by others, but whatever we have to say will also, somehow, be answered. Echo, David Whyte, in Consolations II, Many Rivers Press, in prepublicaton, 2024.

A Thanksgiving: For Contemplation and/or Sharing

Great Mystery, we thank You for this life.

We know we protest much:

The pain of growing and knowing

that it is we who assess our own costs.

Great Mystery thank You for this life —

for all life.

And for renewal;

for seasons and the history that brings us

to this celebration.

It is hard to be thankful for the opportunity to grieve,

when those occasions come.

The pain of loss often leads to doubt

and may cloud the memory of Your many names:

How easy it is to forget that You remove the darkness

of our preoccupations with past and future.

Forgive our bias toward the light of Your abundance,

and accept these thanks for it. They are as sincere

as the majesty and mystery and beauty of Your universe.

Great Mystery, thank You for life,

for our lives,

and this occasion to live it.

– JAB