Hard History

 

Samain and the Moon of Thanksgiving

Wednesday gratefuls: Brother Mark. Diane. Mary. Kate. Joe and Seoah. Murdoch. Jon, Ruth, and Gabe. Kep and Rigel. Alan. CBE. Marilyn and Tara. The snow. The cold. Petsmart grooming. Trump. Biden. The beginning of a Biden presidency. The end of a reign of error and falsehoods. Waking up to an America divided. What will emerge from the division. Sunspots. A giant one, visible now. Megafloods on Mars. Opening our hearts.

 

It’s that time of year again. Thanksgiving. Time to bash the Pilgrims. Well, ok. So they weren’t the best rock on which to land our version of Thanksgiving. And, it was unnecessary to do so. We will get to that. Yes, the Wampanoag proved better persons than these Christians who had fled persecution. Hmmm. Started to write this as a longer piece, but no. Here’s the drill down. There were many Thanksgiving days. Not only in the Colonies, but all over the world. In fact, the first Thanksgiving in North America seems to have been in 1578, celebrated by Martin Frobisher, in Canada. In the Colonies, 1619 in Berkley Hundred in Virginia. At their root Thanksgiving holidays are harvest celebrations. That’s not so obvious on the third week of November here in the U.S., but still true. Think of the cornucopia.

We do need to eliminate racism against Native Americans. And the “original” Thanksgiving story with Pilgrims and Squanto is an example of just that. So, let’s acknowledge and teach its hard history, but keep the tradition with its roots in Virginia and Canada and all other places that celebrate harvest festivals. Thanksgiving for Mother Earth and her bounty.

Many families will miss the chance to bicker over politics before the Detroit Lions capture all the y-chromosomes. Others will miss the chance to bathe in that most basic and familiar love of siblings and parents. We will. But we will zoom around Thanksgiving from the early morning with the clan, sans brother Mark, to Joe and Seoah, Jon, and Kate’s sisters.

I notice my calendar says this Friday is Native American Heritage Day. A good reason for a holiday, I agree. However. On Black Friday? A venal and gluttonous day dedicated to the proposition that we all need more cheap stuff. I would go with the Summer Solstice or Lughnasa, maybe Mabon. Not sure if this is official or not.

Rigel and Kepler get gussied up today. Petsmart. 9:45. They’ll be our Thanksgiving guests.

Spending some time in moderately down land. October and November are historically hard for me. Feeling motivationless. Slow. Somewhat tired. Kate, too. We both agreed last night that being moderately down has its purposes. Not full on depression, no, but what psychologists call dysthymia. Forces us inside, to do some pruning. Take out stuff that’s not essential, find our way back. Maybe Thanksgiving and its gratitude will dispel it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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