Samhain Thanksgiving Moon
We’re in that pre-holiday time when the air begins to take on a certain quality. It’s part hope for a Thanksgiving (this time) that we both recall and imagine, a desire for an ideal time with family, with busyness, with good food and good memories made.
There are those other times, the times before, when the magazines had turkeys in their ads and the Whitehouse spared a turkey. This year it will be a Minnesota turkey. The times when we all had to put on our Sunday clothes even though it was Thursday and drive to an Aunt’s or to Grandma’s or to a friends. Football and stuffing, a browned turkey and mashed potatoes. Too many people around a too small table. That drowsy, sleepy feeling, a tryptophan haze. The turkey drug.
Those times mesh with hope, give it a flavor, a scent, a sound, a cast. Those are, for me at least, good memories. They give the time, this time, a pleasant before hand buzz, a family inflected smile.
This is holiseason. It has these moments one after the other. Times when others and the world of commerce and the world of religion and the world of small children all begin to bang into each other, making the world merry. Yes, it’s chaotic and capitalistic. No doubt of that. But it’s also fun, filled with good songs and lights. Gifts and cold weather. At least here. Not so much in Singapore and Muyhail.
To all of you headed over the hills and through the woods. Have fun. Eat too much. Laugh a lot. Drive safely.
