The most American of holidays — Thanksgiving — is also my favorite among the holidays of the Western tradition. Let’s forget for a moment when and why this tradition started, and just use this holiday to remember that we all have something to be thankful to the universe for.
I am thankful for all the undeserved good things that I have been given by family and friends. I have been given much. I am thankful that I have been given the generosity of spirit that I find so much joy in giving. I am thankful that I have been given the capacity to give.
Here’s a favorite from the Moody Blues. The Dream.
The words —
When the white eagle of the North
Is flying overhead
And the browns, reds and golds of autumn
Lie in the gutter, dead
Remember then, the summer birds
With wings of fire flaying
Come to witness Spring’s new hope
Born of leaves decaying
Just as new life will come from death
Love will come at leisure
Love of love, love of life
And giving without measure
Gives in return a wondrous yearn
Of a promise almost seen
And together we’ll stand
On the threshold of a dream….