Happy Thanksgiving! Time for those of us in the US to do what we do best; take time off work and stuff our faces!
Let America be America Again (excerpt) – Langston Hughes
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.
O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
(I love this poem- read it in its entirety here. ) This Thanksgiving, I am going to miss my Grandmother- her spiced apples and mashed potatoes and gravy and wacky stories about her neighbors– and my Dad. My Mom and I are heading to a family friend’s house- wonderful company and an amazing cook. She actually brought food everyday to my family while we waited out the last week of my dad’s life in the hospital. If I’m quite honest, I didn’t eat any of it during that dark time because I felt weird about having food, enjoying food, when my Dad’s chemo caused him to lose his appetite and to be unable to eat nearing the end. I felt like I shouldn’t have anything if he couldn’t. Perhaps it was some strange kind of survivor guilt. I’m so grateful that this will be another opportunity and a happier occasion to taste her excellent cooking. I wish my aunts, uncles, and cousins were here to share it, but I’m sure they are enjoying the holiday as well.
Sometimes I still feel guilty and overwhelmed with all my parents and Grandmother did for me, the life they’ve given me. Do you ever just stop and think and notice how much you have? I do. I look around my apartment and see all the stuff, the relics from travel and vacations, the art tools, clothes, books that have been dumped in my often ungrateful lap. Even more so, I think about the life that I say that I’ve carved out for myself but really, how much of my path was made for me by the hard work and sacrifice of my family? How long would I have stuck with my dreams without my friends? I don’t know and I luckily don’t have to know. I just want to say thanks.
-small thanks- handmade cards and envelopes, made by me (and Avery)
Life Is Fine- (excerpt) by Langston Hughes (last one, I promise!)
So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was born
Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.
Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!
I hope that everyone has a wonderful day of rest, family, friends, food and festivities! Gather together and give thanks- I am thankful for you my friends. with love- Jess