We gather together . . .

It's Thor's day … and Thanksgiving Day in the US. A cold, clear Fall morning in TulseyTown.

"The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself." – William Blake, born on this day in 1757 London.

A koan for our times:

[H]ow do we hold the dissonance between gratitude for the blessings in life, and grief over the suffering and pain in our world? We need both the immense beauty and gratitude for blessings in life to keep us afloat, and the deep sadness and grief to urge us to action. – Oren Jay Sofer

As we give thanks today for all our personal blessings, may we also make room for those from our indigenous cousins – for their continuing maintenance of the wisdom traditions. We truly are all in this together.

The Angel that presided o’er my birth

The Angel that presided o’er my birth

Said, “Little creature, form’d of Joy and Mirth,

“Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth.”

– William Blake, “ The Angel that presided o’er my birth.” This poem is in the public domain